Not all things must be balanced. When good is weighted against evil, tip the scale.

Collective action can change the world when it's deliberate and based in reason, but it can also become a mental trap, or a societal pressure valve.

You may linger in my gartden for as long as you wish; but remember, my child, that the new world awaits you, and this place is only a dream.

Babies are ugly. Admit it, we all know it, they look like tiny old people covered in mucus. They have soft heads! And they grow into children, tiny sociopaths with underdeveloped brains. And then they become teenagers, pimply self-righteous lunatics driven by hormones.
And then, slowly, if you're lucky, they gradually become adults.

Byron: We barely even scavenge anymore.
Alcatraz: You call it stagnation, I call it balance.
Byron: And I call you an idiot.