“In my day we let the wolfswans incapable of birthing our young die. (Markus)Then it’s a good thing we’re in the twenty-first century and not the Dark Ages, isn’t it? (Fang)”

“Night—it’s the only thing that will cover up one of my black moods. Good thing my depression isn’t an every day kind of thing. It’s an after day thing.”

“Twenty-two years eight months and four days from that moment, a promising young Alpha- Minus administrator at Mwanza-Mwanza was to die of trypanosomiasis - the first case for over half a century. Sighing, Lenina went on with her work.”

“You both sicken me. (Markus)It’s what I live for…Father. Your eternal disgust succors me like mother’s milk. (Fang)”

“It’s a New Year and with it comes a fresh opportunity to shape our world. So this is my wish, a wish for me as much as it is a wish for you: in the world to come, let us be brave – let us walk into the dark without fear, and step into the unknown with smiles on our faces, even if we’re faking them. And whatever happens to us, whatever we make, whatever we learn, let us take joy in it. We can find joy in the world if it’s joy we’re looking for, we can take joy in the act of creation. So that is my wish for you, and for me. Bravery and joy.”

“It’s not the good that die young, it’s the lucky.”