What is my Individuality good for, anyway? And is it truly holy, or was I only taught that because the robots who taught me were programmed by someon… - Walter Tevis

I looked at Annabel’s coffin in front of me and said, “I am the resurrection and the life,” saith the Lord. “He that believeth in me, though he perish, yet shall he live.”
The words were no comfort. I wanted Annabelle to be alive and with me. I looked at all the Baleens in front of me with their heads reverently bowed and I felt no communion with them and with their faith. Without Annabel I was alone again.

Whatever Jesus was, he was a thing called a “great man.” I am not certain I like the idea of “great men”; it makes me uncomfortable. “Great men” often have had very bloody plans for mankind.

"There may be such a thing as human destiny," Newton said, "but I rather imagine it resembles passenger-pigeon destiny."