“We have laboured long to build a heaven, only to find it populated with horrors.”

“They claim their labours are to build a heaven yet their heaven is populated with horrors. Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. A clock without a craftsman. It's too late. Always has been, always will be…too late.”

“Your pretty empire took so long to build, now, with a snap of history's fingers, down it goes.”

“There... Poor little things. You see them? Standing with their numbers on their blank, indifferent faces, Nuremberg in miniature, the ranks of painted wooden men... Poor dominoes. Your pretty empire took so long to build, now, with a snap of history's fingers down it goes.”

“SR: "We are talking of a world war."AQ: "And that makes you sweat, son?" SR: "Heavens, man! Doesn't it you?"AQ: "This is Africa, dear boy. Sweating is what we do."~Alan Quartermain and Sanderson Reed ”

“I am but a stranger ... as we all are. Lonely inside our separate skins, we cannot know each others pain and must bear our own in solitude. For my part, I have found that walking soothes it; and that, given luck, sometimes we find one to walk besides us ... at least for a little way.”

“Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose.”