“You're kidding. I thought all geniuses read Latin. Isn't that the international language for smart people?"-Shane (Glass Houses)”

“It’s in Latin.”“So? What does it say?”“I don’t read Latin!”“You’re kidding. I thought all geniuses read Latin. Isn’t that the international language for smart people?”

“Of course, we could all die soon. I'm writing because Michael's patrolling the house and Shane and Claire are asleep. It may be the last chance I have to write anything down. So in case that's true, I want to say that I love Shane and Claire, and I love Michael, and staying here in the Glass House has been the best time in my entire life.... But if it all ends here, at least it's ending with the people I really love.”

“I know you're smart. But everyone here is smart. Smart isn't enough. The kind of people I want on my research team are those who will help everyone feel happy to be here. ”

“More Latin?” I was going to need a fucking guidebook to keep track of a language I thought was as dead as my mother.”

“I want to write my own eulogy, and I want to write it in Latin. It seems only fitting to read a dead language at my funeral.”