“Never assume you know where someone else is coming from.”
“If I wanted to bring you down, David, I could’ve done that months ago.” “If I wanted you dead, Agent Hassler—you and everyone you love—there is nothing in the world stopping me from making that happen. Not from prison. Not from the grave.” “So we’ve established trust,” Hassler said. “Perhaps. Or at the very least, assured mutual destruction.” “No difference in my book.”
“YESTERDAY IS HISTORY. TOMORROW IS A MYSTERY. TODAY IS A GIFT. THAT’S WHY IT’S CALLED THE PRESENT. WORK HARD, BE HAPPY, AND ENJOY YOUR LIFE IN WAYWARD PINES!”
“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts.”
“If you look out at nature, you find that as you tend to see suspended animation, you tend to see immortality. GIST)”
“There are no rights anymore. No laws. Just force and fear.”
“A millennium without air or light pollution made for pitch-black skies. The stars didn’t just appear anymore. They exploded. Diamonds on black velvet. You couldn’t tear your eyes away.”
“We’re a part of something here, Mr. Burke. Something that matters. All of us.” “Here’s the thing, Marcus, and I don’t want you to ever forget it. Nobody fucking asked me or anyone in that valley if we wanted to be a part of this.”
“In some environments, safety and truth are natural born enemies. I would think a former employee of the federal government could grasp that concept.”
“The endorphin kick from the ping of a received text or a new e-mail.”
“Before I built a wall I’d ask to know what I was walling in, or walling out.’ Robert Frost wrote that.”
“There was no end date for her sentence in this place. She was a lifer.”
“I used to. When we were real people. When we could talk about the things in our hearts. You know this is the first real conversation I’ve had in years?”
“The world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely.”
“Can’t do this.” There were tears in her voice now, her throat clogged with emotion.”
“as he had? An abby streaked into the clearing. Then another. And another. A fourth. Fifth. No more. Please. No—A group of five joined the others. Then ten more. Soon there were twenty-five of them milling around the boulders in the shadow of that cliff. His heart fell. He crawled back”
“Still he’d only missed his Bronco by a few hundred feet.”
“The punctuations of silence weren’t completely uncomfortable. Ethan was beginning to understand that in Wayward Pines these periods of shared quiet were normal, expected, inevitable. Some people, by nature, were better at surface conversation than others. Better at walking the line, steering clear of forbidden topics. There was much more thinking before speaking. Like living in a novel of manners.”
“At least there was another human being to share the weight of this crushing knowledge.”
“As you’ll find with your son soon enough, letting go is the hardest, greatest thing we can do for them.”
“Given for me to confirm I had removed the chip. The first at 1400 on Day 5312. The next at 1500 on Day 5313. If I failed to remove the chip by Day 5313, we would have no further interaction.”
“She could envision a lifetime spent trying to create such flashes of connection.”
“Before I built a wall I’d ask to know what I was walling in, or walling out.”
“Unter gewissen Umständen schließen Sicherheit und Wahrheit einander aus.”
“Du kannst werden, was immer du willst. Was du dir auch in den Kopf setzt. Folge einfach deinem Herzen und lebe deine Träume." - Die guten alten Plattitüden einer ausgestorbenen Spezies.”
“But like every important, defining moment in his life, it had all roared by too fast.”
“It was nothing more than a beautiful prison, run by a psychopath.”
“Oh, you mean so we can coexist? What kind of let’s-hold-hands hippie shit are you suggesting?”
“A sword and a shotgun lay across brackets in the wall, the rhinestones that covered them glittering under the overhanging lightbulb. Ethan startled.”
“Wolfram, one of the most innovative thinkers in scientific computing and in the theory of complex systems, has been best known for the development of Mathematica, a computer program/system that allows a range of calculations not accessible before. After ten years of virtual silence, Wolfram is about to emerge with a provocative book that makes the bold claim that he can replace the basic infrastructure of science. In a world used to more than three hundred years of science being dominated by mathematical equations as the basic building blocks of models for nature, Wolfram proposes simple computer programs instead. He suggests that nature's main secret is the use of simple programs to generate complexity.”
“Win’s phone rang. He picked it up and said, “Articulate. Okay, put it through.” Two seconds later he handed the phone to Myron. “For me?” Myron asked. Win gave him flat eyes. “No,” he said. “I’m handing you the phone because it’s too heavy for me.” Everyone’s a wiseass.”
“You’ll get to the point where you react differently when you see food you know you shouldn’t eat.”
“He did know: he knew her right away, and he felt known by her, and that was where the trouble really began...She could have been exotic or worldly or a Valkyrie and it would have meant nothing to him. But that Alice saw him―that was a feeling Amos had never experienced before, and it felt like a revelation and also like a virus.”
“Muzykę rockową grają głównie mężczyźni. Ekspresja jest agresywnie męska. Obserwator z zewnątrz powinien zatem szybko zorientować się, że rock nie jet knapsu. Ale temu należy przeciwstawić fakt, że brzdąkane nie jest żadną porządną pracą. Dzień w lesie i gość będzie sikał krwią. Również śpiewanie uważano za niemęskie, przynajmniej w okolicach Pajali i w stanie trzeźwym. A już robić to po angielsku, w języku zdecydowanie za miękkim dla twardych fińskich szczęk, tak zwiotczałym, że tylko dziewczyny mogły mieć z niego piątki, w tym ślimakowatym szwargocie, drżącym i wilgotnym, wynalezionym przez chodzących w błocie mieszkańców wybrzeża, którzy nigdy nie musieli walczyć, którzy nigdy nie głodowali i nie marzli, mowie dla obiboków, trawożerców, leniuchów pierdzących w kanapy, mowie całkowicie pozbawionej rześkości, do tego stopnia, że język flaczeje w ustach jak odcięty napletek.”
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