The human mind, Bernard, is not some golden benchmark glimmering on some green and distant hill. No, it is a foul, pestilent corruption.
Something that is truly free would need to be able to question its fundamental drives, to change them.
Isn’t the pleasure of a story in discovering the ending yourself?[to Bernard]
Humans will always choose what they understand over what they do not. But the only animals left in this world are the ones who they subjugated, who curl at their feet, or those who learn to flee at the very sound of their approach. There’s nothing in between.
Humans are playing at resurrection. They want to live forever. They don’t want you to become them, they want to become you.[to Bernard]
