"Do you really smell hoomanz?"
"I can really smell food!!"
"Any of you other guys smell hoomanz?"
"Nope! Just FOOD!"
"And Mom is still up there! Must be okay to go out, don't you think?"
"Okay, then! Follow me, guys!!
"We are--each of us--dying; it's how we live in the meantime that makes the difference."
"It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived!"
"Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle."