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.

It’s not in the nature of the lamb to mourn the lion.

How do you say 'We come in peace' when the very words are an act of war?

Property damage is so much easier to live with than murder.

Science is so powerful that it drags us kicking and screaming towards the truth despite our best efforts to avoid it.

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

I really wanted to talk to her. I just couldn't find an algorithm that fit.