I am afraid a monster is grown that will devour all of us. Yet we must fight him.

It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.

To caress the serpent that devours us, until it has eaten away our heart.

We will amuse and entertain ourselves into extinction.

"Shall each man," cried he, "find a wife for his bosom, and each beast have his mate, and I be alone? I had feelings of affection, and they were requited by detestation and scorn. Man! You may hate, but beware! Your hours will pass in dread and misery, and soon the bolt will fall which must ravish from you your happiness forever. Are you to be happy while I grovel in the intensity of my wretchedness? You can blast my other passions, but revenge remains — revenge, henceforth dearer than light or food! I may die, but first you, my tyrant and tormentor, shall curse the sun that gazes on your misery. Beware, for I am fearless and therefore powerful. I will watch with the wiliness of a snake, that I may sting with its venom. Man, you shall repent of the injuries you inflict."

We shall have our manhood. We shall have it or the earth will be leveled by our attempts to gain it.

Ce n'est qu'au désespoir qu'il nous faut recourir :
Tigres, allez combattre, et nous, allons mourir.

We'd be fools not to ride this strange torpedo all the way out to the end.

"Hey, this is terrific!" he said. "Someone down there is trying to kill us!"
"Terrific," said Arthur.
"But don't you see what this means?"
"Yes. We are going to die."
"Yes, but apart from that."
"Apart from that?!"
"It means we must be on to something!"
"How soon can we get off it?"

We are the masters of our fate.

If we were all on trial for our thoughts, we would all be hanged.

Something Vimes had learned as a young guard drifted up from memory. If you <i>have</i> to look along the shaft of an arrow from the wrong end, if a man has you entirely at his mercy, then hope like hell that man is an evil man. Because the evil like power, power over people, and they want to see you in fear. They want you to <i>know</i> you're going to die. So they'll talk. They'll gloat.

They'll watch you <i>squirm</i>. They'll put off the moment of murder like another man will put off a good cigar.

So hope like hell your captor is an evil man. A good man will kill you with hardly a word.

And I said, 'That last thing is what you can't get, Carlo. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it once and for all.

Today's today. Tomorrow, we may be
Ourselves gone down the drain of eternity.