Quotes from banks iain m ii

Welcome to the future.... All our tragedies and triumphs, our lives and deaths, our shames and joys are just stuffing for your emptiness.

Hell was always for other people.

It was the soul of the machine, the ethological epicentre, the planetary ground zero of their commercial energy. I could almost feel it, shivering down like bomb-blasted rivers of glass from these undreaming towers of dark and light invading the snow-dark sky.

The swirling mist lay in the bottom of such great bowls like a broth of dreams.

Why had he done it? Why couldn't it just not have happened? Why didn't they have time-travel, why couldn't he go back and stop it happening? Ships that could circumnavigate the galaxy in a few years, and count every cell in your body from light-years off, but he wasn't able to go back one miserable day and alter one tiny, stupid, idiotic, shameful decision.

We created something a little closer to perfection than ourselves; maybe that's the only way to progress. Let them try to do the same.

Something in your voice tells me we approach the question of remuneration.

Truth, I have learned, differs for everybody. Just as no two people ever see a rainbow in exactly the same place - and yet both most certainly see it, while the person seemingly standing right underneath it does not see it at all - so truth is a question of where one stands, and the direction one is looking in at the time.

He had to treat him as the maniac he obviously was. The fact that his insanity was dressed in religious trappings meant nothing.

Here, in the bare dark face of night A calm unhurried eye draws sight --We see in what we think we fear The cloudings of our thought made clear.

Money is a sign of poverty.

A guilty system recognizes no innocents.

I shall not be disappointed to leave all you bastards behind.

Theirs is a civilization of deprivation; ours of finely balanced satisfaction ever teetering on the brink of excess.

We are ice and snow, we are that trapped state. We are water falling, itinerant and vague, ever seeking the lowest level, trying to collect and connect. We are vapor, raised against our own devices, made nebulous, blown on whatever wind arises. To start again, glacial or not.

While the forces of repression need to win every time, the progressive elements need only triumph once.