“Do they see the lethal insanity of a race to the brink of oblivion, and then over the edge? Apparently not. If they did, surely they wouldn't be racing to begin with. Or is it a simple failure of imagination? One doesn't like to think such a rudimentary failing could bring about the end, yet...”

“Imagine the amazing good fortune of the generation that gets to see the end of the world. This is as marvelous as being there in the beginning. How could one not wish for that with all one's heart? How could one not lend one's feeble resources to bringing it about?”

“The human race sleepwalked to oblivion, thinking only of the corporate logos on it's shroud.”

“mercy, I think, doesn't the human race know anything about mercy?”

“I like the race, rather than the winning.Do you really?Yes, I've imagined great victories, and I've imagined great races. The races are better.”

“This was it. It was pulse-racing, heart-wrenching, dizzying love. The kind that touches every one of your nerve endings and renders you almost insane. The kind I could not give into easily because it already hurt like hell before lift-off.”