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

This is how you communicate with a fellow intelligence: You hurt it, you keep on hurting it, until you can distinguish the speech from the screams.

Radar is too long in the tooth for fine detail.

People aren't rational. We're not thinking machines, we're - we're feeling machines that happen to think.

Brains are survival engines, not truth detectors.

Humans didn't really fight over skin tone or ideology; those were just handy cues for kin-selection purposes. Ultimately it always came down to bloodlines and limited resources.

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.