“Pretty fucking tragic twist of fate, but you don’t seem to remember th...” — Ali Hazelwood Quote

“Pretty fucking tragic twist of fate, but you don’t seem to remember that we first met years ago. An issue, since I remember a little too well. I like no one, absolutely no one, but I liked you from the start. I liked you when I didn’t know you, and now that I do know you it’s only gotten worse. Sometimes, often, always, I think about you before falling asleep. Then I dream of you, and when I wake up my head’s still there, stuck on something funny, beautiful, filthy, intelligent that’s all about you. It’s been going on for a while, longer than you think, longer than you can imagine, and I should have told you, but I have this impression, this certainty that you’re half a second from running away, that I should give you enough reasons to stay. Is there anything I can do for you? I’ll take you grocery shopping and fill your fridge when we’re back home. Buy you a new bike and a case of decent reagent and that sludge you drink. Kill the people who made you cry. Is there something you need? Name it. It’s yours. If I have it, it’s yours.”

“Pero me pregunto si ciertas relaciones son la prueba viviente del principio de incertidumbre de Heisenberg: su posición y su velocidad simplemente no se pueden medir al mismo tiempo, ni siquiera en teoría.”

“You've right. It's not easy. But not for any reason you think.”

“Había algo en su forma de hablar. Tal vez fue un acento, tal vez solo la calidez de su voz. Olive no sabía muy bien qué, pero estaba allí, en la forma en que dijo su nombre. Preciso. Cuidadoso. Profundo. A diferencia de cualquier otra persona. Familiar, increíblemente así.”

“Nothing great is ever accomplished by following standards.”

“I've never understood the phrase they have chemistry before now. After all, everything is chemistry. Everything is combination and reaction. The atoms in by body align themselves with the atoms in his.”

“You may live to see man-made horrors beyond your comprehension.”

“Real arms races are run by highly intelligent, bespectacled engineers in glass offices thoughtfully designing shiny weapons on modern computers. But there's no thinking in the mud and cold of nature's trenches. At best, weapons thrown together amidst the explosions and confusion of smoky battlefields are tiny variations on old ones, held together by chewing gum. If they don't work, then something else is thrown at the enemy, including the kitchen sink - there's nothing "progressive" about that. At its usual worst, trench warfare is fought by attrition. If the enemy can be stopped or slowed by burning your own bridges and bombing your own radio towers and oil refineries, then away they go. Darwinian trench warfare does not lead to progress - it leads back to the Stone Age.”

“There are no shortcuts in evolution.”