“Lovers of small numbers go benignly potty,Believe all tales are thirteen chapters long,Have animal doubles, carry pentagrams,Are Millerites, Baconians, Flat-Earth-Men.Lovers of big numbers go horribly mad,would have the Swiss abolished, all of usWell-purged, somatotyped, baptised, taught baseball:They empty bars, spoil parties, run for Congress.”

“Time to go run the calories away, do away with all the numbers stalking you, throw out the bad habits and excess weight.”

“We all want somebody to share our life and love with. But if there are an odd number of people on the earth, and there’s a 50% chance there is, then somebody is going to get left out. And that somebody isn’t going to be me, even if I have to kill that one guy to make the world balanced.”

“I believe there is a great deal too much mutual confession going on today, as if sharing one’s problems somehow makes them go away. All it really does, of course, is increase the number of people who have to worry about a particular issue.”

“[...] There are tales among us that you have sold yourself to the devil, and I know not what.''We all have, have we not?' returned the stranger, looking up. 'If we were fewer in number, perhaps he would give better wages.”

“When you are done listening to all thirteen sides – because there are thirteen sides to every story – rewind the tapes, put them back in the box, and pass them on to whoever follows your little tale. And you, lucky number thirteen, you can take the tapes straight to hell. Depending on your religion, maybe I’ll see you there.”