The truth is, God is 11 years old. That she was born on New Year's Day, 2002, in Manhattan. The truth is that she's chosen me, and I don't know why yet. But for the first time in my life, I'm a little scared about what's going to happen.
The truth? The truth is a vast thing. I see that now. Just how much truth there is? Where would we even begin? The truth is, you're not very smart. In fact, you're only the 43rd smartest person in this building.
You're going against The Machine's wishes by keeping me here, Harold. You're only gonna make her angry. Can you imagine what a being that powerful will do when she's angry?