What is the reason? And soon it does not matter. Soon the why and the reason are gone, and all that matters is the feeling itself. And this is the nature of the universe. We struggle against it, we fight to deny it, but it is, of course, pretense. It is a lie. Beneath our poised appearance, the truth is, we are completely out of control.
There is only one constant, one universal. It is the only real truth. Causality. Action, reaction. Cause and effect.
I love French wine, like I love the French language. I have sampled every language, French is my favorite. Fantastic language, especially to curse with. Nom de Dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperies de connards d’enculé de ta mère… You see? It’s like wiping your arse with silk. I love it.[to Neo]