Having to mix with dimwits is hideously boring. Great-Uncle Mycroft put it best when he said that for a genius this planet is excruciatingly dull, on… - Jasper Fforde

"Passing through?"
"Yes; here to meet with Moody."
"You'll get more sense from lichen. What's with your head?"
Unlike talking to The Notable Goodnight, where I needed to be polite, this was an answer I could have fun with.
"It's the final stages of an excruciatingly painful and incurable genital wasting disease. Luckily, it's only spread by skin contact. Sorry, I should've said that before I shook your hand. Remiss of me – apologies."
Shamanic Bob smiled.
"Fair enough," he said. "I think I deserved that."
"Yes, I think you did."

People die in the Winter; it’s what it’s there for.

"Well," he said thoughtfully, "it is my considered opinion that most coincidences are simply quirks of chance—if you extrapolate the bell curve of probability you will find statistical abnormalities that seem unusual but are, in actual fact, quite likely, given the amount of people on the planet and the amount of different things we do in our lives."