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“The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience.”
― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

“Send that," he told her. "Sign it, et cetera. Work the sentences, if you wish, so that they will mean something." As she started from the office he added, "Or so that they mean nothing. Whichever you prefer.”
― Philip K. Dick, The Man in the High Castle

“We're the last ones in the world. After us, there's nobody.”
― qntm, There Is No Antimemetics Division

“Finished Robinson Crusoe. I want to find out more about what happens to him but Miss Kinnian says thats all there is. WHY.”
― Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon

“Mike puts us into trance, pours language - definitions, idioms, concepts - into us for moments that feel like hours... then we dictate at once what he has poured into us, while it's still fresh. But it can't be just anybody. It requires a sharp accent and the ability to join trance rapport and then spill out the results. Sam, for example, has everything but the accent - he manages, God knows how, to speak Martian with a Bronx accent. Can't use him, it would cause endless errata.”
― Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land

“So now we know the truth', Al said.
'Is it the truth?'
Al said, 'Sure. Obviously.'
'What a hell of a way to learn it. From the wall of a men's room.' He felt bitter resentment rather than anything else.
'That's how graffiti is; harsh and direct.”
― Philip K. Dick, Ubik

“As it says in the Bible, God fights on the side with the heaviest artillery.”
― Robert A. Heinlein, The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress

“Thank all the gods,” said Sphene. “I was afraid you were going to suggest we sing that song about the thousand eggs.” “A thousand eggs all nice and warm,” I sang. “Crack, crack, crack, a little chick is born. Peep peep peep peep! Peep peep peep peep!” “Why, Fleet Captain,” Translator Zeiat exclaimed, “that’s a charming song! Why haven’t I heard you sing it before now?” I took a breath. “Nine hundred ninety-nine eggs all nice and warm…” “Crack, crack, crack,” Translator Zeiat joined me, her voice a bit breathy but otherwise quite pleasant, “a little chick is born. Peep peep peep peep! What fun! Are there more verses?” “Nine hundred and ninety-eight of them, Translator,” I said. “We’re not cousins anymore,” said Sphene.”
― Ann Leckie, Ancillary Mercy