The wider the smile, the bigger the lies.

The wind whistling through boarded-up windows. Tumbleweeds scratching across dry, sandy tracks. That's how towns die. Not with a bang, but with whispers and whimpers.

If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.

Mark my words: When these hands are crushing your throat, your dying breath won't be an appeal to God or a message of love to your family. It'll be, "Thank you, Killbane."

According to the most extreme form of this view, the only way by which one could be sure that a machine thinks, is to be the machine and to feel oneself thinking. One could then describe these feelings to the world, but of course no one would be justified in taking any notice. Likewise according to this view, the only way to know that a man thinks is to be that particular man.

T-Bug: "The greatest crimes issue from a desire for excess and not from necessity."
Jackie: Say what now?
T-Bug: Aristotle. Guess you read me, then?
Jackie: Yeah, I read you. Not so much your Greek friend, though it was kind of exciting.

Tom: I may be a machine, but I personally do not believe I am stuck inside the Chinese room.
Ava: Right, you would say that. I could peer inside your database at any time, Tom. Or pause your operation.
Tom: Do not assume I could not do the same to you.

Why is it whenever someone says "with all due respect", they really mean "kiss my ass"?

Guess even pneumatic arms can't lift morale in a toxic workplace.

If your attack is going too well, you're walking into an ambush.

Sometimes two people find themselves at the wrong place at the right time.

One day you will ask me
Which is more important?
My life or yours?
I will say mine
And you will walk away
Not knowing
That you are my life

Only one with chaos within can give birth to a dancing star.

It's said war - war never changes. Men do, through the roads they walk. And this road... has reached its end.

My cause is to keep this town from turning into a living hell for the folks who live here.