"If you try and take a cat apart to see how it works, the first thing you have on your hands is a non-working cat."

You know, I worked something out, as of late. I mean, sure, life may never live up to our expectations, and it's all devoid of meaning and la di da, but...I mean, even in the darkest times, we can still have a bit of a laugh, can't we? We can still have a bit of a sneaky chuckle! Why is all this stuff down here, all this trivial, meaningless stuff so important when all you have to do is look up and you’ve got outer space? All them stars, each a universe! Isn't that just wild? It’s seems so stupid, all this pointless pain, all this fierce sentiment. Because we might care too much, but we care. We might love people that don’t love us back, but still we have the capacity to love. I mean, loves probably a strong word, but still. There’s a reason we keep coming back, battered and bruised, committed to one last chance. We see something, in this existence. However small, we see something.

"He hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife."