David

“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

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

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

“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