What's the survival value of obsessing on a sunset?
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.
Property damage is so much easier to live with than murder.
It’s not in the nature of the lamb to mourn the lion.
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.