The one place gods inarguably exist is in the human mind.

A live body and a dead body contain the same number of particles. Structurally, there's no discernible difference. Life and death are unquantifiable abstracts. Why should I be concerned?

Our masters have not heard the people's voice for generations and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.

If we loved Steve Aylett, really loved him in the way that he deserves, a selfless love that genuinely wanted nothing save his happiness and comfort, we'd lobotomise him.

I didn't put you in a prison, Evey. I just showed you the bars.

Who makes the world? Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. Perhaps it simply is, has been, will always be there…a clock without a craftsman.

I should just keep me mouth shut, I just upset people.