Quotes from Marcus Sakey

Just drop your jeans and gimme those genes.

Let us never yield to those who believe political power flows from the barrel of a gun, to

You wanted to believe that the sniper had a reason. That he wasn't just a broken guy who'd been abused by his uncle or whatever. Wanting to believe that there's a logic behind insanity.

Why is a little artistic enthusiasm a perilous mistake? Because artists are more dangerous than murderers. The most prolific serial killer might have dozens of victims, but poets can lay low entire generations.

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Busby Berkeley

So why can't we see people?" "Because they're there, and we're here. They're creating the sound, we're living in the echo. There are drivers in the cars and clerks in the stores and ladies walking dogs. Living people, doing their thing. Totally unaware that at the same moment, us dead folks are walking through an echo of their world." Brody tried to picture it, an overlap of the real and the invisible.

Cooper walked, slow and steady, four-four time in a world gone off measure.

And you'll need a leader to do it. A man of bold vision, one who promises you a world where you're not only safe—you're in charge. Not equal rights. Superiority for the superior.

So, Abe's blood was spattered all over the walls of his office." Quinn traced a hand down the doorframe and looked at him meaningfully. "You might want to consider whether you really want the same people to come looking for you." He smiled without warmth as he made a business card appear. "Call me when you get it through your head that you're in danger.

As many times as Hell had been created, history stood as indisputable proof that the mass of humanity was good. People built more than they burned, created more than they destroyed, not by a little but by a massive surplus

Cooper was halfway out of his chair with realizing he'd moved, his body on full combat alert. His mind spinning

In a minor way it was, he suspected, like Machu Picchu, or the Great Pyramid—a place you always forgot you'd never have to yourself. People imagined visiting them alone, climbing the steps in quiet contemplation of the past. They forgot about the stalls selling T-shirts and kebabs, forgot the tour buses of sunburned Americans, forgot velvet ropes and security guards.

To pen a new history, one written in fire. And

For as fashionable as cynicism always was, the truth was that when it came to basic human responsibility, people rose to the challenge. Pretty much always. As many times as Hell had been created, history stood as indisputable proof that the mass of humanity was good. People built more than they burned, created more than they destroyed, not by a little but by a massive surplus. To know

People don't want the truth, not really. They want safe lives and nice electronics and full fridges." He

People don't want the truth, not really. They want safe lives and nice electronics and full fridges.

channels were

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. —Robert Frost

He'd chased Vasquez for nine days now. Someone had warned the programmer just before Cooper got to the Boston walk-up, a brick rectangle where the only light had been a window onto an airshaft and the glowing red eyes of power indicators on computers and routers and surge protectors. The desk chair had been against the far wall as if someone had leaped out of it, and steam still rose from an abandoned bowl of ramen.

He'd died before she moved to Chicago, but she'd followed the story of his shooting with the same queasy horror as the killings of Freddie Gray and Eric Garner.

Now sit down and shut up, you autocratic frat boy. It's adult swim.

Hell was born when some decided others weren't people.

And then, last, the questions, the same asked by any parent standing over a child in a hospital bed: How did we get here? This can't really happen, can it? Will you take me instead?