Are you kidding? That's the music of the spheres, commissar. It's beautiful. Like old jazz.

What's the difference between being dead, and just not knowing you're alive?

You are. I'm just fatalistically cheerful. We all come into the story halfway through, we all catch up as best we can, and we're all gonna die before it ends.

There's no such things as survival of the fittest. Survival of the most adequate, maybe. It doesn't matter whether a solution's optimal. All that matters is whether it beats the alternative.

Are you kidding? That's the music of the spheres, commissar. It's beautiful. Like old jazz.

Stars, everywhere. So many stars that I could not for the life me understand how the sky could contain them all yet be so black.

Brains are survival engines, not truth detectors.