“I’m dead serious about being nonsensical.”

“I’m blushing at my own stupid, nonsensical, meaningless thought process, which, by the way, nobody knows about except me.”

“Now when I talk about love, I’m not talking about emotional bosh; I’m not talking about some weak, sentimental something; I’m talking about something strong and powerful. I’m talking about something that is active good will, not just a passive, dead something.”

“I love scrapes. They are the only things that are never serious."
"Oh, that's nonsense, Algy. You never talk anything but nonsense."
"Nobody ever does.”

“What's so noble about being dead?”

“I don't believe in being serious about anything. I think life is too serious to be taken seriously."

[(Robert Jacobs,, February 1976)]”

“I've never noticed that being nonsensical keeps things from happening. Don’t you ever read about politics?”

“That’s the best thing about being dead. It’s like being stupid. It’s only painful for others.”

“Suddenly I am furious, that with my life on the line, they don’t even have the decency to pay attention to me. That I’m being upstaged by a dead pig.”

“I’d heard you were dead.”
"I heard you wear a red lace corset,” I said matter-of-factly. “But I don’t believe every bit of nonsense that gets rumored about.”