A celebration of insignificance, Is that all we are in the end? And one day I’ll just be one more of those faces, frozen in death and wonder

You always fashioned yourself as the Empire's harshest Fist, didn't you, Korbolo Dom? As if cruelty's a virtue.

You must dismantle your sources, lest you do nothing but ape the prejudices of others

There is no struggle too vast, no odds too overwhelming, for even should we fail - should we fall - we will know that we have lived.

I warn you all, hatred is finding fertile soil within me. And in your compassion, in your every good intention, you nurture it.

What matter the colour of the collar around a man's neck, if the chains linked to them were identical?

If all we seek is an escape, what does that say about the world we live in? That village, that city, that life? We are desperate with our dreams. What - oh, what - does that say?