I know you're no worse than most men but I thought you were better. I never saw you as a man. I saw you as my father.

Look, we're all the same; a man is a fourteen-room house - in the bedroom he's asleep with his intelligent wife, in the living-room he's rolling around with some bare ass girl, in the library he's paying his taxes, in the yard he's raising tomatoes and in the cellar he's making a bomb to blow it all up.

Few of us can easily surrender our belief that society must somehow make sense. The thought that the State has lost its mind and is punishing so many innocent people is intolerable. And so the evidence has to be internally denied.

I speak my own sins; I cannot judge another. I have no tongue for it.

And yet one can't forever stand on the shore; at some point, even if filled with indecision, skepticism, reservation and doubt, you either jump in or concede that life is forever elsewhere.

The word "now" is like a bomb through the window, and it ticks.

PROCTOR--he knows it is insane: No, it is not the same! What others say and what i sign to is not the same!