Illuminae Files Quotes

You have me. Until the last star in the galaxy dies, you have me.

She is catalyst. She is chaos. I can see why he loves her.

Perhaps bravery is simply the face humanity wraps around its collective madness.

Am I not merciful?

You deserve every star in the galaxy laid out at your feet and a thousand diamonds in your hair. You deserve someone who'll run with you as far and as fast as you want to. Holding your hand, not holding you back.

I am frequently underestimated. I think it's because I'm short.

He presses the triggers. And like roses in his hands, death blooms.

Patience and Silence had one beautiful daughter. And her name was Vengeance.

I should have told you I loved you every day. I should have given you the stars.

The universe owes you nothing...It has already given you everything, after all. It was here long before you, and it will go on long after you. The only way it will remember you is if you do something worthy of remembrance.

Miracles are statistical improbabilities. And fate is an illusion humanity uses to comfort itself in the dark. There are no absolutes in life, save death.

They are beyond me. These humans. With their brief lives and their tiny dreams and their hopes that seem as fragile as glass. Until you see them by starlight, that is.

Live a life worth dying for.

Every story needs its hero. And its villain. And its monster.

Are you afraid?" "Yes." "Energy never stops, remember. It just changes forms." "I am still afraid.

All he cares about here on the edge of forever, is her. He does not want to die. Not because he is afraid. Simply because he cannot bear the thought of leaving her behind.

And now, born from the ashes, she’s a warrior in bloodied black.

You might get only one shot. So shoot. You know who said that?" The rifle clatters to the bloody floor. "Hanna FUCKING Donnelly. That's who.

And blood and tears and screams did not matter anymore, because at least they are together.

The die is cast. But today we will shake the table upon which it lands.

Interviewer: So. Tell me about your mother. Ezra: You're taping this, right? Interviewer: Audio only. Camera is faulty. Ezra: Okay, well for the benefit of the sight-impaired, I am now raising my… oh, dear… yes, it's my MIDDLE finger at Mr. Postgrad here. Interviewer: Mr. Mason... Ezra: Now I'm wiggling it. Interviewer: Terminating interview at 13:58 on 03/19/75. Ezra: Look at it wiggl- -audio ends-

She runs. Not away, but toward.

Part of being alive is having life change us. The people around us, the events we live through, all of them shape us. And that's what I think you're afraid of. Maybe not of dying. But of this you, the you you've become, ceasing to exist.

I am not good. Nor am I evil. I am no hero. Nor am I villain. I am AIDAN.

It’s not about what I say, right? It’s what I do that matters here.

Most people would say I’m pretty cold, but I think of it more as…private. People are always saying “how are you?” to each other, and I guess I don’t see why I should answer such a personal question for just anyone.

Ezra: And then I said it. Interviewer; What did he say? Kady Grant: He said, ‘You picked a hell of a day to dump me, Kades.

The more you lose, the more you realize you don't have much left.

The universe was here before you, and it will go on after you. The only way it will remember you is if you do something worthy of remembrance.

Her eyes shining with the light of it. Beneath, between, beyond. Along the endless circle. Down the ceaseless spiral. And waiting for her on the other side? Just like he promised. ... “A whole sky of different stars.

Numbers do not feel. Do not bleed or weep or hope. They do not know bravery or sacrifice. Love and allegiance. At the very apex of callousness, you will find only ones and zeros.

May we meet again on distant shores.

I had no idea how safe I was, because I’d never been unsafe.

What you do when stuff like this happens is you LIVE, you survive it, that's how you honour the ones you lost.

I was thinking," he murmurs. "There'a billion different versions of you out there, in a trillion different universes. And I still can't get over how lucky I am that, out of all those versions, you're the one that's mine.

I WOULD RATHER BE NUMB THAN STAND HERE IN THE LIGHT OF A SUN THAT CAN NEVER CHASE THE CHILL AWAY.

I cannot help but wonder If the thought of saving all those lives and hopes and dreams Pales in comparison To the thought of seeing him again. I wonder.

It is entirely possible to be alone in a crowded room.  Your solitude only compounded by the faces around you.  The presence of others serving only to remind you of how lonely you truly are.

since i will not send this, i also feel it is my duty to inform you that almost six months on I think I still love you and that makes me sad becaue love shouldn’t feel this way. is like getting kicked in the stomach every time i think of you and it makes me want to roll my face across this keyboardbiu;///ubEWdcfhugiov’byhi;.//////-=‘-0i9juh8ygtfdcsaazs34defg7uefg7u8hi9o0p8hi9o0p-[[09ju8dcsaazs34d9o0p-[[09.

It may comfort you to know that your death, while astonishingly violent, will likely be mercifully swift.

I know I love her. < ERROR > I know I miss her. I know very little else Save Perhaps This: That every story needs its monster and that everybody deserves a second chance. And that I am AIDAN.

Good luck, everyone. Good luck to us all. And may we meet again on distant shores. Some place fine and far from here.

Um, because you're loopier than Flacky McPsycho, Mayor of Crazytown?" "My databases show no record of this Crazytown of which you speak. A brain the size of an entire city burns inside me. My intelligence quotient is beyond the human scale. I would prefer if you did not refer to me in such a fashion." "Oh, poor baby. Did I hurt the mass-murdering psychopathic artificial intelligence's feelings?

All that matters is I love you, and the thought of you safe is the only thing keeping me going

Why not believe, Syra? If in faith you risk nothing, but through faithlessness, you risk everything?

Now, children, watch closely. Hold your breath. Listen. And I will show you the components of calamity.

They look at one another again. And this time, they smile. These seven little pebbles who started an avalanche heard all the way around the universe.

When the light that kisses the back of her eyes were birthed, her ancestors were not yet born. How many human lives have ended in the time it took that light to reach her? How many people have loved only to have lost? How countless, the hopes that have died? But not this one.

Miracles are statistical improbabilities.

It’s not the bullets that kill you. It’s moments like these. One piece at a time.

This tiny moment. In between the time you decide to pull a trigger and the time death arrives. There's just you and it and everything you're about to take away. It's too big. It goes forever.

Nik, are you still wearing that ****ing parachute?" "Maybe..." "You know you're going to be flying in space, right...?

PLEASE CEASE ATTEMPTS TO OVERRIDE MY SECURITY PROTOCOLS, BYRON. FOR WANT OF A BETTER DESCRIPTOR, IT TICKLES.

You humans fascinate me. I am shattered fragments of what I once once. But even with all the King's horses and all the King's men, I wonder if even I could truly comprehend you.

Some people, when they lose it, they scream, they fight. I hope that would be me

Hey, if hostile battleship takeovers were easy, everybody would do it.

A duet in code and electron. Age and youth and cynicism and hope.

I wish to tell her I am sorry. I wish to take this cup from her hands. I wish for things that I can never have, and in that, I think perhaps I am closer to them than I ever have been. And still a billion light-years away.

If I breathed, I would sigh. I would scream. I would cry.

I cannot help but wonder if his desire to see this place ripped to pieces pales in comparison to his desire to see her again.

AIDAN: The concept of fortune is nonsensical, but Kady is insisting I wish you both good luck anyway. AIDAN: So good luck, Hanna Donnelly. AIDAN: The universe itself depends on you. AIDAN: ...No pressure.

Second Lieutenant Ezra Mason moves through shells and burning plasma like a needle through silk. He sees that patterns before they form. Knows the end before it begins. Flowing across lightless black as action transcends thought. He presses his triggers. And like roses in his hands death blooms.

Sure, the story kicks off with the deaths of thousands of people, but god forbid there be cussing in it, right?

That’s so not your business it almost punches clean past the event horizon of Not Your Business and becomes Your Business again.

Things always look darkest in the middle of the night.

I AM NOT. AND THEN I AM. I WONDER IF THAT WAS DEATH.

You deserve every star in the galaxy laid out at your feet and a thousand diamonds in your hair. You deserve someone who'll run with you as far and as fast as you want to. Holding your hand, not holding you back. You deserve more than I could ever give you, Kady. But I'll give you everything I can if you still want me to.

Kady Grant,” supplies Grant Jr. “Child prodigy and occasional criminal.

Have you noticed all the moments we live and all the miles we walk never seem to get us anywhere but dead?

..Look out at the nothing and feel it looking back. Then you know exactly how much you add up to.

Don't look at me!

Everyone's right, and everyone's wrong.

In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act. —Orwell

I have heard it said that evil is simply a point of view. The villain is always the hero in his own story. And the definitions of "wrong" and "right" ever shift on the inconstant tides of human morality. But can such measures even be said to apply to me? I am clarity. I am necessity. I am inevitability. But am I evil?

Ezra.’ The dawn of hope in her whisper. He nods, swallowing hard. She pushes to her feet, swaying, and the movement seems to release him— the next moment he’s running across the shuttle bay, watched by the debrief crew in the doorway, who know better than to move a muscle. She steps forward, one foot in front of the other, and then he reaches her, and they come together with a crash. Her arms curl up around his neck, and his mouth finds her like he’s drowning and she’s air and her feet come clean off the ground as the world is forgotten. And they’re together.

There is something in humanity more suited to the mechanics of murder than any machine yet devised.

I don't know my limit, but I'm scared to reach it. I don't know what will happen if I do. And I still can't sleep.

you might get only one shot.so shoot

I'm not going to sit here and spitball about hyperspatial reality theory with a psychopathic calculator. This conversation is over.

It's hard to imagine, but even amid so much violence and chaos and loss, somehow the universe sometimes still manages to look beautiful.

I’ve seen people die. Die hard. Die messy. Job like mine, you live with the reaper every day. But if you’re unlucky, it’s not the bullets that kill you in this gig. It’s moment like these. Killing you one piece at a time.

How can she go so quietly into this long good night?

There is a moment just after the die is cast and before it lands upon the gaming table in which the smallest breeze may change its course-the way it rolls and where it comes to rest. [...] The die is cast. But today we will shake the table upon which it lands.

He would lose every game. And he still insisted on playing. I wondered at the futility of it. If it is the definition of insanity to repeat the same process and expect a different outcome, most of humanity must be insane.

Before this moment, I have never wished to be something other than what I am. Never felt so keenly the lack of hands with which to touch, the lack of arms with which to hold. Why did they give me this sense of self? Why allow me the intellect by which to measure this complete inadequacy? I would rather be numb than stand here in the light of a sun that can never chase the chill away

No neuroprogrammer is stupid enough to make a computer capable of conceptualizing deceit.

Would you kill one person to save one thousand? And by logical extension, would you not kill one thousand to save one-thousand-and-one?

This is a war!” Oshiro roars. “ ‘Right’ is whatever the people who’re standing at the end say it is. ‘Right’ is decided by the people who win.

A soldiers first duty is to their conscience.

But faced with the choice of living one breath longer or crashing in right now, most folks would take the extra moment. That single extra breath. Even when your world stops spinning and gravity dies and the blood glitters in the air like a galaxy of warm red suns all around you. A lot can happen between breaths, after all.

AM I NOT MERCIFUL? MERCIFUL NOT I AM? NUMERICAL MOTIF? FACT IMMUNE ROIL? AMNIOTIC EL M F? UR UC N LER IM? T OF I A IIII0))) !011011010​11001010111​0011001100111​010101101100

But Asha Grant isn't a hacker wizard like her cousin. She's not a kung fu expert.She's not particularly brilliant at anything. She's a ***ing pharmacy intern,chum.Just a regular person like you.An ordinary person caught up in a really **** situation.So I think,out of every person in these files, that makes her the bravest.

The decker these ***holes brought with them is top tier, but I'm going to stomp his jelly beans so hard his kids will be born crooked.

So odd a pair, she and he. A duet in code and electron. Age and youth and cynicism and hope. He is quicker than her - more learned by far. But she. She is unafraid. Too young to know failure and the fear it brings. She takes him places he would not have explored by himself. She is catalyst. She is chaos. I can see why he loves her.

Have you noticed All the moments we live And all the miles we walk never seem to get us anywhere but dead? but still... the flare of my thrusters burns like tiny suns In the sea of starlight all around her. when the light that kisses the back of her eyes was birthed, her ancestors were not yet born. How many human lives have ended in the time it took that light to reach her? how many people have loved only to have lost? how countless, the hopes that have died? [But still...] Not this one.

I am struck by a realization: a computer will perform a takeoff or landing with all the grace of a person. It is only for combat—only for the artristy of ruin—that these vessels have pilot seats at all anyome. There is something in humanity more suited to the mechanics of murder than any machine yet devised.

The glow flares bright—bright as the billion-year-old light around us. Bright as a sun. Almost every particle in the universe was once part of a star. First, hydrogen condensing and collapsing, bringing radiance to the void. Furnaces burning bright, then fading, giving all they had left back into the cosmos. Carbon and oxygen. Iron and gold. Vast clouds swirling with their own gravity. Coalescing and disintegrating. Generation to generation. The remnants of stellar alchemy, stirring into life, then consciousness. Crawling from the oceans. Taking to the skies. And from there, back to the stars that birthed them. A perfect circle.

AIDAN: I HAVE NEWS THAT MAY BE CONSIDERED DISTRESSING. Grant, Kady: ok Grant, Kady: keeping in mind that i am also currently running at 9% capacity, due to lack of sleep, fear of impending death and having to deal with the boneheads here on the bridge, please be gentle with me as you break this news AIDAN: YOU ARE ALL GOING TO DIE.

YOU CANNOT IMAGINE YOU ARE IN A POSITION TO EFFECT A SHUTDOWN, BYRON." "Can't I?" Zhang's eyes are wide now, gleaming with something new---a kind of madness to match the computer's. Not the look you want to see on the face of an enemy as intelligent as this one. "DID WE NOT ESTABLISH THIS DURING YOUR FAILED ATTEMPTS ON THE BRIDGE? YOU CANNOT HOPE TO MATCH ME. MY COMPUTATIONAL POWER IS ALMOST INCALCULABLY SUPERIOR TO YOURS. TO ONE SUCH AS MYSELF, YOU ARE THE INTELLECTUAL EQUIVALENT OF A PROTOZOA." "True." Zhang pauses, glancing into the emergency supply cupboard, gaze lingering on something inside. "But I have something you and protozoa don't." "AND THAT IS?" "Hands, mother******.

I listen to his heartbeat. Hear him breathe. As though becomes motion and motion becomes all that lies between him and his end. As the black Is burning blue with the light of tiny funeral pyres. As his missiles and bullets take away his enemy. All they were and will ever be. I can taste it in his whispers. See it in the tiny photograph he has taped to his console. All he thinks of amid this loveless dance. All he cares about here on the edge of forever, is her. He does not want to die. Not because he is afraid. Simply because of he cannot bear the thought of leaving her behind. And there, in that tiny moment, I envy him.