— That poison has rotted your brain.
— Oh if it has, I highly recommend it.

You have to do, whatever you can't not do.

Our lives and our choices, like quantum trajectories, are understood moment to moment, at each point of intersection, each encounter, suggest a new potential direction.

Freedom. The fatuous jingle of our civilization. But only those deprived of it have the barest inkling of what it really is.

Didn't think the view could be anymore perfect, until I saw that beat-up trilby. Honestly, Sixsmith. As ridiculous as that thing makes you look, I don't believe I've ever seen anything more beautiful.

Pain strong, right? Friends' eye more strong.

— You ever think the universe was against you?
— All the time.

I believe there is a another world waiting for us, Sixsmith. A better world. And I'll be waiting for you there.

To be... perceived and so to know thyself is only possible through the eyes of the other.

The weak are meat, the strong do eat.

You can maintain power over people, as long as you give them something. Rob a man of everything and that man will no longer be in your power.

Well, survival often demands our courage.

Knowledge is a mirror. And for the first time in my life, I was allowed to see who I was and who I might become.

— Old Uns got the Smart. They mastered sick and seeds. Make miracles. Fly across the sky.
— True. All true. But they got somethin' else. Hunger in their hearts. Hunger that's stronger than all their Smart.
— Hunger? For what?
— Hunger for more.

There's really no point, the boy is as useful as the clap. Fortunately, he'll be much easier to get rid of.

I seen too much o' da world. I no good slave.