If there was anything that depressed him more than his own cynicism, it was that quite often it still wasn’t as cynical as real life.
Anyway, if you stopped tellin’ people it’s all sorted out after they’re dead, they might try sorting it all out while they’re alive.
And at the end of time, living is about fightin’ against everything.
A man might spend his life peering at the private life of elementary particles and then find he either knew who he was or where he was, but not both.
“I meant,” said Ipslore bitterly, “what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?” Death thought about it. CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.