Quotes from Anthony O'Neill

See El Dorado. Take El Dorado. Find another El Dorado. The envy of others is a self-replenishing feast. A rationalization a day keeps your conscience at bay. Never bang your head against a wall. Bang someone else's. Don't break the law. Break the Law. Losers make hurdles. Winners hurdle them.

The less you know, the better you sleep.

The complete document—" Letter from Farside"—is explosive, incoherent, and riddled with factual inaccuracies and highly questionable readings of history. It's also 3,600 pages long.

A rationalization a day keeps your conscience at bay.

Geniuses are their own saviors.

IF YOU'VE EVER BEEN to Nearside you'll certainly know of the Overview Effect— there are whole towers, observation decks and hotels named after it. The Overview Effect is what happens when a human being surveys Earth from a sizable distance out in space. The Apollo astronauts were the first to feel the full force of it: that mind-blowing moment

Dijkstra almost laughs: The droid sounds offended—or eager to be offended. So he just says, "Well, I guess we're all rivals in the end, aren't we? Competition makes the world go 'round.

Dijkstra tries to raise his hands, but the wrench comes crashing down on his head. Crack. Crack. The droid is relentless. Crack. Dijkstra sees his own blood in his eyes. Crack. He falls to the floor. Crack. Crack. The droid is smashing his head in. Crack. Crack.

A mad scientist builds a monster out of body parts. The monster heads into the woods and kills a little girl. Who, then, is most responsible? The mad scientist or the monster?" "The answer to that question is obvious, sir." "It is ?" "Of course, sir - it's neither the scientist nor the monster." "Then who is the most responsible?" "The little girl in the woods." "The little girl in the woods? " "For failing to adequately protect herself, sir.

My job is to cry cock-a-doodle-doo - and after that, I do not give a shit.

Lie. Lie. Lie. But remember. Move. Move. While others sleep, move.

computer program can play havoc with climate-control systems. A particularly nasty pathogen—mutant strains of bacteria

inasmuch as a dead rock wants anything—it wants you dead too. So you can go quickly. A landslide can bury you. A lava tube can collapse on you. You can plunge headlong into a crater. A meteoroid can strike your habitat at seventy thousand kilometers per hour. A micrometeorite can bust open your spacesuit. A sudden burst of static electricity can blow

The Moon is a dead rock—eighty-one quintillion tons