But if planting deadly ferns at poolside was any indication, then it was clear that the designers of Jurassic Park had not been as careful as they sh… - Michael Crichton

It isn’t a matter of wanting it or not,” Malcolm said, eyes closed. He spoke slowly, through the drugs. “It’s a matter of what you think you can accomplish. When the hunter goes out in the rain forest to seek food for his family, does he expect to control nature? No. He imagines that nature is beyond him. Beyond his understanding. Beyond his control. Maybe he prays to nature, to the fertility of the forest that provides for him. He prays because he knows he doesn’t control it. He’s at the mercy of it. “But you decide you won’t be at the mercy of nature. You decide you’ll control nature, and from that moment on you’re in deep trouble, because you can’t do it. Yet you have made systems that require you to do it. And you can’t do it — and you never have — and you never will. Don’t confuse things. You can make a boat, but you can’t make the ocean. You can make an airplane, but you can’t make the air. Your powers are much less than your dreams of reason would have you believe.

If you don't know history, you don't know anything. You are a leaf that doesn't know it is part of a tree.

"I would give anything to know what you thought at the moment you died," Pierce said. His voice echoed in the tomb. The flame went out.