You take after your dad, a high-functioning sociopath with an incurable organic personality disorder. It’s one of the special-sauce variety, the kind… - Charles Stross

We, the structures we collectively refer to as “life,” are patterns of information—temporary reversals of the arrow of entropy within our universe—and conscious minds are the most concentrated such patterns we know of.

Me, I’m here because I can’t get out, and while I’m locked in the asylum I might as well take notes on the inmates.

I don't like their system, and they know it. That's why I'm sitting in this cell instead of in my cabin, or on the engineering deck. But—" He shrugged. "Their social system is one thing, but people are people everywhere you go, just trying to get along in this crazy universe. I don't like them as individuals, but that's not the same as wanting them dead. They're not monsters, and they don't deserve what's coming to them, and life isn't fair, is it?"