“The machine will grind you down, but the machine is not bigger than the imagination. Rome fell in a day. We know this.”
“Because the machine will try to grind you into dust anyway, whether or not we speak.”
“I feel like an inadequate machine, a machine that breaks down at crucial moments, grinds to a dreadful hault, 'won't go,' or, even worse, explodes in some innocent person's face.”
“When the machine grinds to a halt, the cogs themselves begin wondering about their function.”
“A party is like a sausage machine, it grinds up all sorts of heads together into the same baloney ...”
“I like to imagine that the world is one big machine. You know, machines never have any extra parts. They have the exact number and type of parts they need. So I figure if the entire world is a big machine, I have to be here for some reason. And that means you have to be here for some reason, too.”