« -Why are the lights not normal people? encouraged the young man. -Because they are supposed to move the world forward. Like elected officials, to figure out the trick. Some succeed, even if sometimes the result of their contribution appears only after their death, others just have the potential, a superior intelligence basically, and do nothing about it, or not much. And the others, the ones who have no colors in their eyes. Normal people, therefore, only serve to enlarge the ranks. They live, they work or they don't, they start families or they don't. Their existence is as indispensable as it is useless. The world needs extras. Then they're here. -So why would we be abnormal in all this? -Simply because we are out of number as you see. »

« "Why do you think I'm all alone? "Because you're a bum?" "No moron. Because it's better to leave out smart women. There are no worse infidels, and if that's not what they manipulate you to death and even you, you see nothing coming. "I suspect that a little bit. But in the lot, there are certainly some who are sincere. Who have feelings, all that. Eyes and a heart optional. "Just, if they're sincere, run away, man!" If you find a sincere light it is because it is completely struck with the head and there you do not come out whole. »

« "She's really good, this trash can," he said, placing his hands on his hips. In doing so, he noted that in addition to the fact that he was beginning to have worrying satisfaction centres and that it was time to put an end to his celibacy, he had just printed traces of the fat of the pizza on his polo shirt. »