Quotes from Una McCormack

A simple, magnificent equation: ingenuity plus hope equals change

But it was all lies! If Tret and Colat and the rest are going to be the next generation of political leaders, why tell them lies? If they don't hear the truther, they'll think that nothing wrong happened! Tret thinks that nothing about Cardassia is wrong! He, his friends --they'll make the same mistakes over and over again. The Occupation will happen over and over again!

ahead. The proliferation of material means that people might start to become selective about what they consume and, if my instincts are correct, they are likely to read only that which confirms what they already know. This means they will never have their ideas tested. I worry that as a result, people will form tight groups around those who confirm their biases, mistrusting those whom they encounter who think differently. All of this might cause problems for our fledgling democracy.

He was thinking about the boy who cried wolf. Honesty is the best policy. Wasn't that the moral of the story, according to Julian Bashir? Or was it: Never tell the same lie twice.

The little girl, all ears, giggled. "I like that," she said. "Forgiveness, not permission. I'll remember that.

It's different for the sociopaths, of course. They're just along for the ride.

He would find consolation in the reminder that all flesh was as grass, that in the end all our striving came to nothing, but that in that brief aching and vivid time that we call life, one must do all that was possible to protect, conserve, and nurture this phenomenon of life.

The truth is that the institution flourishes only when the people who comprise it flourish. And if the people are sick, the institution will be sick." He squeezed her hand. "If there's anything I could teach you, I'd teach you that.

Other kids—blind date with someone's brother. Me? A blind date with a wrench.

Picard made sure Elnor got to bed, as he promised, and recited to him some of The Little Prince that he remembered.

I know—I know more than anyone—how deeply we are all connected—across time, across space, in ways that we can't yet comprehend!

Promises are prisons, after all, and the breaking of a promise can poison.

You don't fit in with people's expectations. You're not quite the same as they are, and because of that you make them feel uncomfortable. But instead of trying to understand what you are, for yourself, they dislike you for making them feel uncomfortable.

There were certain truths one might call self-evident—that a red flashing light meant danger, that punishment had very little to do with crime, that a knock on the door in the middle of the night is always feared within.

Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die. And it is youth who must inherit the tribulation, the sorrow, and the triumphs that are the aftermath of war.

The heart of an empire is often beautiful to behold—and cruel to contemplate.

The days are long and quiet. They accumulate. There is no end to them. Picard walks the lanes around his fields. He broods. He writes—long, long books about great men and great deeds. Wine is made, and drunk. Winter comes, then spring, then harvest, then another deep cold winter. The cycle is endless. The huge clock ticks in the hall, eating time. His mind goes around in circles. What shall I do, now? Where do I go? Who am I?

There was a beauty to quiet collective activity that she would never take for granted.

Tell a lie often enough, someone will believe it." "It's worse than that, Kirsten. Tell a lie often enough, and it stands a good chance of becoming the truth.

We travel so far, and yet still, inevitably, we come back to the place where we started.