We broke the world to make it whole.

Science fiction is not prescriptive; it is descriptive.

To oppose something is to maintain it... You must go somewhere else; you must have another goal; then you walk a different road.

Sometimes I not only stand there and take it, I even smile at them and say I'm sorry. When I feel that smile coming onto my face, I wish I could take my face off and stamp on it.

My world, my Earth is a ruin. A planet spoiled by the human species. We multiplied and fought and gobbled until there was nothing left, and then we died. We controlled neither appetite nor violence; we did not adapt. We destroyed ourselves. But we destroyed the world first.

But it doesn't take a thousand men to open a door, my lord." "It might to keep it open.

Where does your soul go, when you die in Hell?