I have no fear, for fear is the little death that kills me over and over. Without fear, I die but once.

A good companion is one you wouldn't mind dying with.

There is probably no more terrible instant of enlightenment than the one in which you discover your father is a man - with human flesh.

There's hope left in these dusty chords. There's a song left in our rusty hearts. We are torn and frayed but love remains.

I'm going to rub your faces in things you try to avoid. I don't find it strange that all you want to believe is only that which comforts you. How else do humans invent the traps which betray us into mediocrity? How else do we define cowardice?

Peace for any prolonged period of time is impossible. Humans have a natural thirst for chaos and war is the most readily available form of chaos.

We are generalists. You can't draw neat lines around planet-wide problems. Planetology is a cut-and-fit science.