A spark of anger lit in the back of Charles’s mind. “What gives them the right to think their opinions should matter a damn to our—”
″Shut your fool mouth until you know what you’re saying,” [spoiler deleted] said, looking more grim than angry. “Never tell the powers of existence to buzz off and leave you alone. Never, Charles, do you hear me? The forces of reality that care about your consent are the nicer ones, and you don’t want them to go away and leave the playing field to the others.”
I know why you’re here, Neo. I know what you’ve been doing… why you hardly sleep, why you live alone, and why night after night, you sit by your computer. You’re looking for him. I know because I was once looking for the same thing. And when he found me, he told me I wasn’t really looking for him. I was looking for an answer. It’s the question, Neo. It’s the question that drives us. It’s the question that brought you here. You know the question, just as I did.
-- The Erogamer
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
A woodchuck would chuck as much wood as a woodchuck could chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood.
How many roads must a man walk down?
Oh, I know this one. Forty-two.