We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece.

Maybe you reach a certain point in evolution where boredom is the greatest threat to your survival. Maybe this isn't a planetary takeover at all, but a game. Like a kid pulling wings off flies.

To hell with monsters and to hell with men. There is no difference to me.

The minute we decide that one person doesn´t matter anymore, they´ve won.

The doctor frowned upon drinking and often expressed wonderment at men who willingly made imbeciles of themselves.

The harder survival becomes, the more you want to pull together. And the more you want to pull together, the harder survival becomes.

There's an old saying about truth setting you free. Don't buy it. Sometimes the truth slams the cell door shut and throws a thousand bolts.