Sometimes, belief isn’t about what we can see. It’s about what we can’t.
It takes a deep kind of despair for a son to kill his father. It’s a kind of rage that you can’t escape from.
I’m gonna need access that you don’t wanna give, and I’m gonna find answers that you may only think you want.[to Bancroft]
Humanity has spread to the stars. We set out like ancient seafarers to explore the limitless ocean of space. But no matter how far we venture into the unknown, the worst monsters are those we bring with us.
For children who were never allowed to grow up, greed isn’t the only motive for killing.
Death isn’t only about the destruction of the body. Sometimes, just like that, you extinguish one self and another is born. But every birth is violent and there’s no death without pain.
War is the only thing we really understand.
The moments of peace that we find sometimes, they aren’t anything but warfare, thinly disguised. And sometimes, surrender can be as savage as any attack.
The instinct of violence curls inside us like a parasite, waiting for a chance to feed on our rage and multiply until it bursts out of us.
Technology has conquered death, but with endless future comes endless past.
Stay alive long enough, and there’s nowhere you can go that isn’t haunted.
I believe you’re my sister’s b**ch.[Mister Leung: Are you a believer?]
