"Everything you believe is a falsehood. Order, pattern, number, sense and hope are lies you tell yourself to give meaning to a meaningless existence. You are a speck, a mote of nothingness, clinging desperately to the notion that you have a purpose. There is no purpose. We are doomed, Reality hates us."

"Suppose you flip a coin enough times and one day it lands on its edge."

"If we’re just information, just noise in the system, and we might as well be a symphony"