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“Why are we doing this?" Caine asked him. "You know damned well why we're doing this. Because it's a fight. It may be THE fight. I may be the final fight. And what else are we good at, you and me? What are we going to do if we ever get out there anyway?”
― Light
― Light

“HAMM:
In my house.
(pause.)
One day you鈥檒l be blind, like me. You鈥檒l be sitting there, a speck in the void, in the dark, for ever, like me.
(pause.)
One day you鈥檒l say to yourself, I鈥檓 tired, I鈥檒l sit down, and you鈥檒l go and sit down. Then you鈥檒l say, I鈥檓 hungry, I鈥檒l get up and get something to eat. But you won鈥檛 get up. You鈥檒l say, I shouldn鈥檛 have sat down, but since I have I鈥檒l sit on a little longer, then I鈥檒l get up and get something to eat. But you won鈥檛 get up and you won鈥檛 get anything to eat.
(pause.)
You鈥檒l look at the wall a while, then you鈥檒l say, I鈥檒l close my eyes, perhaps have a little sleep, after that I鈥檒l feel better, and you鈥檒l close them. And when you open them again there鈥檒l be no wall any more.
(pause.)
Infinite emptiness will be all around you, all the resurrected dead of all the ages wouldn鈥檛 fill it, and there you鈥檒l be like a little bit of grit in the middle of the steppe.
(pause.)
Yes, one day you鈥檒l know what it is, you鈥檒l be like me, except that you won鈥檛 have anyone with you, because you won鈥檛 have had pity on anyone and because there won鈥檛 be anyone left to have pity on.
(pause.)”
― Endgame
In my house.
(pause.)
One day you鈥檒l be blind, like me. You鈥檒l be sitting there, a speck in the void, in the dark, for ever, like me.
(pause.)
One day you鈥檒l say to yourself, I鈥檓 tired, I鈥檒l sit down, and you鈥檒l go and sit down. Then you鈥檒l say, I鈥檓 hungry, I鈥檒l get up and get something to eat. But you won鈥檛 get up. You鈥檒l say, I shouldn鈥檛 have sat down, but since I have I鈥檒l sit on a little longer, then I鈥檒l get up and get something to eat. But you won鈥檛 get up and you won鈥檛 get anything to eat.
(pause.)
You鈥檒l look at the wall a while, then you鈥檒l say, I鈥檒l close my eyes, perhaps have a little sleep, after that I鈥檒l feel better, and you鈥檒l close them. And when you open them again there鈥檒l be no wall any more.
(pause.)
Infinite emptiness will be all around you, all the resurrected dead of all the ages wouldn鈥檛 fill it, and there you鈥檒l be like a little bit of grit in the middle of the steppe.
(pause.)
Yes, one day you鈥檒l know what it is, you鈥檒l be like me, except that you won鈥檛 have anyone with you, because you won鈥檛 have had pity on anyone and because there won鈥檛 be anyone left to have pity on.
(pause.)”
― Endgame
“Everyone fails at who they are supposed to be. The measure of a person, of a hero, is how well they succeed at being who they are. It's time for me to be who I am rather than who I'm supposed to be.”
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“When the rush of the weak sweeps over those that strive to be strong, its destruction. The commonplaces of moral judgment become fogged with the lack of perception stained with the sting of longing. The voice of reason is lost in the envious echoes of hearts torn by battle. The song of our children echo the misfortune of their parent's haze---we all started out small and had dreams to become something more than what we were.”
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“Spies are, by nature and necessity, pathological liars who strive to make their endgames justify their meanness.”
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“And as long as there are those that remember what was, there will always be those that are unable to accept what can be. They will resist.”
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“Hamm: What's he doing?
(CLOV raises lid of NAGG's bin, stoops, looks into it. Pause.)
Clov: He's crying.
(He closes lid, straightens up)
Hamm: Then he's living.”
―
(CLOV raises lid of NAGG's bin, stoops, looks into it. Pause.)
Clov: He's crying.
(He closes lid, straightens up)
Hamm: Then he's living.”
―

“She鈥檚 stronger than you are, Sam. It鈥檚 like fighting yourself and Caine and Jack and Dekka, all at once.鈥�
鈥渊别补丑.鈥�
鈥淭alk to Astrid about it.鈥�
鈥淚 already talked to Astrid.鈥�
鈥淎nd she鈥檚 okay with a suicide mission? Because I鈥檓 not. You go out there, go to win, huh? Don鈥檛 go out there thinking you鈥檙e doing us a favor by getting killed.鈥�
Sam sighed. 鈥淚t鈥檚 the endgame, my friend.鈥�
鈥淪am . . .,鈥� Edilio began, but that was all he had, that one word, that one-word plea for a different solution.
鈥淭ake care of Astrid for me. Try to keep her safe and don鈥檛 let her follow me.”
― Light
鈥渊别补丑.鈥�
鈥淭alk to Astrid about it.鈥�
鈥淚 already talked to Astrid.鈥�
鈥淎nd she鈥檚 okay with a suicide mission? Because I鈥檓 not. You go out there, go to win, huh? Don鈥檛 go out there thinking you鈥檙e doing us a favor by getting killed.鈥�
Sam sighed. 鈥淚t鈥檚 the endgame, my friend.鈥�
鈥淪am . . .,鈥� Edilio began, but that was all he had, that one word, that one-word plea for a different solution.
鈥淭ake care of Astrid for me. Try to keep her safe and don鈥檛 let her follow me.”
― Light

“[...] The West, having destroyed its own values, finds itself back at the zero degree of symbolic power, and in a turnabout, it wants to impose the zero degree on everyone. lt challenges the rest of the world to annihilate itself symbolically as well. lt demands that the rest of the world enter into its game, participate in the generalized, planetary exchange and fall into its trap. Then an extraordinary potlatch comes into play between global power and the powers opposing it, between those who wager their own death and those who cannot wager it because they no longer control it.The game does not end there. There is a moral and philosophical confrontation, almost a metaphysical one, beyond Good and Evil. Islam? The United States? lt doesn't matter! There is a confrontation between two powers. lt is an asymmetrical potlatch between terrorism and global power, and each side fights with its own weapons. Terrorism wagers the death of terrorists, which is a gesture with tremendous symbolic power and the West responds with its complete powerlessness. But this powerlessness is also a challenge. Challenge versus challenge. When people make fun of the carnival, the masquerade of the elections in America every four years, they are being too hasty. In the name of critical thought, of very European, very French thought, we do a contemptuous analysis of this kind of parody and self-denial. But we are wrong, because the empire of simulation, of simulacra, of parody, but also of networks, constitutes the true global power. It is more founded on this than on economic control. The essential is in the extraordinary trap set for the rest of the world so that everyone goes to the zero degree of value, a trap that fascinates the rest of the world.”
― The Agony of Power
― The Agony of Power

“Carter looked down into her eyes. His lips curved into a wicked smile. The look in his eyes sent butterflies swirling inside her.
"Want to break the Rules?”
― Endgame
"Want to break the Rules?”
― Endgame

“The totality constituted by Good and Evil together transcends us, but we should accept it totally. There can be no intelligence of things so long as this fundamental rule is ignored. The illusion that the two can be distinguished in order to promote one or the other is absurd. (This applies to the proponents of evil for evil's sake as much as to anyone else, for they will end up doing good.)
All kinds of events are out there, impossible to predict. They have already occurred, or are just about to heave into view. All we can do is train our searchlight, as it were, and keep our telescopic lens on this virtual world in the hope that some of those events will be obliging enough to allow themselves to be captured. Theory can be no more than this: a trap set in the hope that reality will be naive enough to fall into it.
The essential thing is to point the searchlight the right way. Unfortunately, we don't know which way that is. We can only comb the sky. In most instances the events are so far away, metaphysically speaking, that they merely cause a slight phosphorescence on the screen. They have to be developed and enlarged, like photographs. Not in order to discover their meaning, however: they are not logograms, but holograms. They can no more be explained than the fixed spectrum of a star or the variations of red.
To capture such strange events, theory itself must be remade as something strange: as a perfect crime, or as a strange attractor.”
― The Transparency of Evil: Essays in Extreme Phenomena
All kinds of events are out there, impossible to predict. They have already occurred, or are just about to heave into view. All we can do is train our searchlight, as it were, and keep our telescopic lens on this virtual world in the hope that some of those events will be obliging enough to allow themselves to be captured. Theory can be no more than this: a trap set in the hope that reality will be naive enough to fall into it.
The essential thing is to point the searchlight the right way. Unfortunately, we don't know which way that is. We can only comb the sky. In most instances the events are so far away, metaphysically speaking, that they merely cause a slight phosphorescence on the screen. They have to be developed and enlarged, like photographs. Not in order to discover their meaning, however: they are not logograms, but holograms. They can no more be explained than the fixed spectrum of a star or the variations of red.
To capture such strange events, theory itself must be remade as something strange: as a perfect crime, or as a strange attractor.”
― The Transparency of Evil: Essays in Extreme Phenomena
“So endgames are naturally messy.
They may not be very dynamic, but when an active war is shutting down, there is still a lot of cleaning up to do. It may sound grim, but that's what it looks like. There are broken things everywhere, wounds and corpses, general messiness. Things collapsing due to zemblanity forces that have been set in motion but are too large to control.”
― Be Slightly Evil: A Playbook for Sociopaths
They may not be very dynamic, but when an active war is shutting down, there is still a lot of cleaning up to do. It may sound grim, but that's what it looks like. There are broken things everywhere, wounds and corpses, general messiness. Things collapsing due to zemblanity forces that have been set in motion but are too large to control.”
― Be Slightly Evil: A Playbook for Sociopaths

“If I could drag myself down to the sea! I'd make a pillow sand for my head and the tide would come.”
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“啸袗袦: 袣谢芯胁!
袣袥袨袙: 袣邪泻胁芯 懈屑邪?
啸袗袦: 袧懈械 胁 屑芯屑械薪褌邪... 薪械 写芯斜懈胁邪屑械 谢懈... 薪褟泻邪泻褗胁 褋屑懈褋褗谢?
袣袥袨袙: 小屑懈褋褗谢? 袧懈械 懈 褋屑懈褋褗谢? (袣褉邪褌褗泻 褋屑褟褏) 袗屑邪 褔械 屑邪泄褌邪锌!”
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袣袥袨袙: 袣邪泻胁芯 懈屑邪?
啸袗袦: 袧懈械 胁 屑芯屑械薪褌邪... 薪械 写芯斜懈胁邪屑械 谢懈... 薪褟泻邪泻褗胁 褋屑懈褋褗谢?
袣袥袨袙: 小屑懈褋褗谢? 袧懈械 懈 褋屑懈褋褗谢? (袣褉邪褌褗泻 褋屑褟褏) 袗屑邪 褔械 屑邪泄褌邪锌!”
―

“The Endgame book was an American soup, if everything can be predicted what's the purpose to read it?”
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“You have to be brave now. Don麓t let fear consume your senses. Fight reality. You have to be brave now, so trust me to save you.”
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“Kind of marvel fans
Newbie as noob : Uh umm ya.. I lyk RobertDowneyJr, The green one umm Hulk yah I mean Hulk, and Chris evans as Capt yeah..
: Wut bout Danai gurira, or Chadwick maybe Samuel or...or..or..or....
Newbie as noob : ****”
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Newbie as noob : Uh umm ya.. I lyk RobertDowneyJr, The green one umm Hulk yah I mean Hulk, and Chris evans as Capt yeah..
: Wut bout Danai gurira, or Chadwick maybe Samuel or...or..or..or....
Newbie as noob : ****”
―

“However, we must not look on this domination of the Virtual as something inevitable. Above all, we must not take the Virtual for a 'reality' (definitely going too far!) and apply the categories of the real and the rational to it.(...)”
― The Intelligence of Evil or the Lucidity Pact
― The Intelligence of Evil or the Lucidity Pact

“[Ibykos fr. 286 translated using only words
from p. 47 of Endgame by Samuel Beckett]
In your kitchen, on the one hand,
bright corpses
starting to stink of having an idea,
where one of my legs [is]
and beneath sooner or later
the whole universe
doesn't ring and won't work.
On the other hand, I shouldn't think so.
Nay Rather,
like a speck in the void,
pacing to and fro,
accompanied by the alarm,
frankly,
angrily,
impatiently,
not very convinced,
[it] kisses me goodbye. I'm dead. (Pause).”
―
from p. 47 of Endgame by Samuel Beckett]
In your kitchen, on the one hand,
bright corpses
starting to stink of having an idea,
where one of my legs [is]
and beneath sooner or later
the whole universe
doesn't ring and won't work.
On the other hand, I shouldn't think so.
Nay Rather,
like a speck in the void,
pacing to and fro,
accompanied by the alarm,
frankly,
angrily,
impatiently,
not very convinced,
[it] kisses me goodbye. I'm dead. (Pause).”
―

“You know as well as I that this doesn鈥檛 end with kill teams or assassins or a pre-emptive strike thousands of light years from Terra. It ends with me looking into my father鈥檚 eyes, my hands around His neck, and showing Him everything he loves burned to ash by His lies.”
― Vengeful Spirit
― Vengeful Spirit
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