You want to know the real reason they never let us touch or talk to each other if they could help it? It made us strong. If you have people who love you, you can fall back on them when you're afraid.

Many humans do not care about what is "unfair," for it varies so much between them.

What mattered was that these beliefs had swept through the souls of everyone else like a plague. He couldn't see the end of it. Even a hundred years in the future, he knew, the roots still had not been fully pulled up from society. Wherever, whenever he went, the color of his skin set the boundaries of what he could achieve, and there was very little--if any--recourse for finding a way around it.

It shouldn't surprise me that men continue to think of grand new ways to kill one another, and with greater precision.

People don't live like islands.

Interesting, though, that in the end we're all just dogs.