We ought to call ourselves Homo clamorans. Noisemaking man.

We seem to be young, in a very old Galaxy. We're like kids tiptoeing through a ruined mansion.

We ought to call ourselves Homo clamorans. Noisemaking man.

When you get close enough to someone you're never really alone again.

When you realize that you are an eternal being, you will laugh at things that used to give you anxiety attacks.

The past is a distraction, a source of envy, enmity, bitterness. Only the present matters, for only in the present can we shape the future. Cut loose the past; it is dead weight. Let the Extirpation continue. Let it never end.

Authority. The antithesis of science.