The Fall of Hyperion (Hyperion Cantos, #2)

by Dan Simmons

Only the dreamer venoms all his days, Bearing more woe than all his sins deserve.

“Having sex or a domestic quarrel with the house monitors on is like undressing in front of a dog or cat … it gives you pause the first time, and then you forget about it.”

“The best lack all conviction,” he thought, “while the worst are full of passionate intensity.”

Oh, Fanny, if only you knew! We are created for precisely this sort of suffering. In the end, it is all we are, these limpid tide pools of self-consciousness between crashing waves of pain.

“Sometimes,” said General Morpurgo, taking her hand, “dreams are all that separate us from the machines.”