So, what I'm wondering is, why the fuck do we sort of float through this weird thing called life without living? You know, live. Don't exist. Don't simply exist. That's boring as fuck. Live. You know. Stir some shit up. Fuck some shit up. Fuck it right. What I wanna focus on is enriching our lives. And try to extract some sort of wisdom that we can carry with us. You know, something other than mommy and daddy's baggage.
— What happened to us, Richard?
— What happened to us? Life.
We've turned our backs on the most important duty that we possess: To live a life that is rich in experience. That's of our own independent choosing. Seize your fucking existence, folks. Why don't we make death our closest fucking companion, so that we can finally have a second, a millisecond, to appreciate that little bit of time that we have left. And most important of all, let us live well, so that we may fucking die well. Because we've never been so close to death than this very moment.
— Why are you wearing sunglasses?
— I have cancer. I'm supposed to wear sunglasses — in unusual places.
Let me give you all a piece of advice. Steer very clear of anyone who has even the faintest, slightest whip of intentional conception.