The more you believe, the more you'll be leaving you, when what you believed turns out to be just lies. Or unjust lies. Or any lies, anyway.

I don't sleep. I just let my body lie itself into numbness and lie to myself that I can't hear, see, or feel anything.

The only way to efficiently battle evil is to copy enough to know how to counter each argument, yet not enough to believe all the bullshit.

Flowers are evil, because they live just to die for the love of other people. You don’t believe me? Try it for yourself and see if you’ll be good afterwards. Undeath is a way of life, for some things. That doesn’t make it good or anything. Especially anything. Nothing makes anything anything. Because nothing is a serious matter, and anything just is.

I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you.

The truly scary thing about undiscovered lies is that they have a greater capacity to diminish us than exposed ones.