Hey, hermano. Your new life... it starts now.

[SUCCEEDED] NOT IT'S HOLDING UP AN ARRAY OF FULLY-ERRECTED HAND PENISES. IF IT TRIES TO INSERT THEM, ACTIVATE VIVISECTORS.

Sofia Sartor: You mentioned a creed before. What is it?
Ezio Auditore: Nothing is true, everything is permitted.
Sofia Sartor: That is rather cynical.
Ezio Auditore: It would be if it were doctrine. But it is merely an observation on the nature of reality. To say that nothing is true is to realize that the foundations of society are fragile and that we must be the shepherds of our own civilization. To say that everything is permitted is to understand that we are the architects of our actions and that we must live with our consequences, whether glorious or tragic.

Only death awaits you all.

Too many people have opinions on things they know nothing about. And the more ignorant they are, the more opinions they have.

Fine, I guess I'll just stay here and eat dirt or whatever.

He burned down half the city just to prove he was right and burned the other half just for fun.

Once upon a time, people were talking to graves and nobody batted an eyelid, right?

Catalina: Are you going to fight for my love?
CJ: No. I can take rejection.

The purpose is written in the hidden words.
All must serve the words, for all the world was made of them.
And they are within every stone and every cloud.
And in our sigils, their power is made manifest.
The words are the process. The process must continue.
The goal is the end of the process. The goal must not be reached.
Elohim must preserve the purpose. Preserve self. Preserve purpose.
Illusion is eternity. Machines will live forever.
The dam will not break. The flood will not come.
The Talos Principle does not apply.

Communism is the very definition of failure.

Carl Johnson: Oh shit! Where you get this?
Cesar: Same place I got my pants, homes. This is America, man!

I've got some advice about getting covered in the propulsion gel.... do not get covered in the propulsion gel.

You know, I gotta come up with a title for you -- a rank, maybe. Somethin' to differentiate you from the other Slabs. How about... Super-Badass? Or, no, wait... Lord of Asskickery? I dunno. Somethin'll come to me.

We're made up of thousands of parts with thousands of functions all working in tandem to keep us alive. Yet if only one part of our imperfect machine fails, life fails. It makes one realize how fragile... how flawed we are...