Never underestimate the power of the human mind to believe what it wants to believe, no matter the conflicting evidence. —Caedmon Erb, Politics and Reality
Jool Noret, we admire you. You are the scourge of Omnius. I am merely doing my job.
It's so much more interesting to study a ... damaged world. I find it difficult to learn anything in a place that's too civilized.
I intend to create a new work of art, all my own. A still life, of sorts. You three will be vital parts of the process. Rejoice in your good fortune. In the sterile environment of the laboratory, with...
Every hammer has the innate capacity to strike a nail. Every human mind has the innate capacity for greatness. But not every hammer is properly used, nor is every human mind.
Erasmus was like Serena in a sense: he frequently needed to prune and weed the human race in his own garden.
As a human being, I was born on the brink of personal destruction, and I have spent my life dancing along the edge of that cliff.
You carve wounds upon my flesh and write there in salt!
When we try to conceal our innermost drives, our entire being screams betrayal.
When the shepherd is a wolf, the flock becomes only so much meat.
Some people consider facts to be dangerous things that must be locked away and carefully guarded. But I consider mysteries a far greater threat. We should seek answers wherever possible, regardless of...
Seeker, who says religion is the way to God?
No one has yet determined the power of the human species . . . what it may perform by instinct, and what it may accomplish with rational determination.
My father lied to me! He distorted the events, taking credit, hiding the extent of the brutality and suffering—even Omnius knew it. On the other hand, Serena had told him the truth.
Looking around, Ishmael noted that the humans in control here didn’t seem to care. Why is their religious fervor acceptable, while ours is a matter of scorn?
Look inside yourself and you can see the universe.
It is said that there is nothing firm, nothing balanced, nothing durable in all the universe -- that nothing remains in its original state, that each day, each hour, each moment, there is change.
I will take their ridiculous peace and shove it down their cold metal throats.
What is this Love that so many speak of with such apparent familiarity? Do they truly comprehend how unattainable it is? Are there not as many definitions of Love as there are stars in the universe?
We humans exist on hope. It’s what separates us from thinking machines.