In this world, there is a fine line between enlightenment and brain damage.

I mean, it's like we all get our raw materials from our families―but it's up to us whether we build bridges or bombs.

Sure, I can talk like you, but I choose not to, It's like an art, you know? Picasso had to prove to the world he could paint the right way, before he goes putting both eyes on the side of a face... See if you paint wrong because that's the best you can do, you just a chump. But you do it because you want to? Then you're an artist...You can take that to the grave and dig it up when you need it.

Cities are never random. No matter how chaotic they might seem, everything about them grows out of a need to solve a problem

I was asking if unwinding kills you, or if it leaves you alive somehow. C'mon—it's not like we haven't thought about it." (...) What do you think, Connor?" asks Hayden. "What hap­pens to your soul when you get unwound?" Who says I even got one?" For the sake of argument, let's say you do." Who says I want an argument?

We want what you no longer want.

What's the point of living if you're going to hate the world? Guard your heart if you have to, but don't shut it away.