Sleeper Cell Quotes

Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed? Were you writing a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy? In fifty years, will all this be declassified? And you'll confess why you did it And I'll say, "Good riddance" 'Cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden I would've died for your sins Instead, I just died inside And you deserve prison, but you won't get time You'll slide into inboxes and slip through the bars You crashed my party and your rental car You said normal girls were boring But you were gone by the morning You kicked out the stage lights But you're still performing And in plain sight you hid But you are what you did And I'll forget you, but I'll never forgive The smallest man who ever lived

Everything is cellular. Reality is cellular. I really love that word, cellular. Cellular phone, cellular foam, sleeper cell, cellulite, cellular automata . . . A cell can be anything! . . . It's cellular. It's quantum dots. It's quantum and cellular and bosonic. It's bosonic cellular quantum dottiness. With ribbons on." -- Jimmy Ganzer, 'Good Night, Moon

In prison, I finally got it. Understood that just like three black men were gangbangers, and three Jews a conspiracy, three Muslims had become a sleeper cell. And later, much later, the pendulum would swing back, and everybody would celebrate progress, the storied tradition of accommodation, on TV talk shows and posters in middle schools. There would be ceremonies, public apologies, cardboard displays. In the interim, however, I threatened order, threatened civilization. In the interim, I too had to adhere to an unwritten code.

I don't know what kind of man I would have grown to be had I not served time at The Wilkinson Home for Boys. I don't know how those months and the events that occurred there shaped the person I became, how much they colored my motives or my actions. I don't know if they made me any braver or any weaker. I don't know if the illnesses I've suffered as an adult have been the result of those ruinous months. I'll never know if my distrust of most people and my unease when placed in group situations are byproducts of those days or simply the result of a shy personality. I do know the dreams and nightmares I've had all these years are born of the nights spent in that cell at Wilkinson. That the scars I carry, both mental and physical, are gifts of a system that treated children as prey. The images that screen across my mind in the lonely hours are mine to bear alone, shared only by the silent community of sufferers who once lived as I did, in a world that was deaf to our screams.

was right. The last time she’d been able to dismantle a small cell planning a car bomb attack at the British embassy in

Instead, they were surrounded by hundreds of acres of forest, and if a gunshot goes off in the woods and no Karen is there to ask the local neighborhood association Facebook group if that was gunshots or a firework, did a gunshot really go off?

the most horrendous mental illness waiting in my genes. Sleeper cells, primed and ready to activate as soon as they get

But terrorists are not living and training only in faraway Third World countries. Attacks have occurred in Paris, London, Madrid, and Jerusalem, and, obviously, in New York, Washington, and the skies above the United States on September 11, 2001, when nineteen al-Qaeda terrorists murdered thousands of Americans. It is also a virtual certainty that terrorist “sleeper cells” are secreted in America.

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I had joined a few clubs and societies when I started at university but seldom attended meetings. I even inadvertently signed up with ASIO one year. Presumably, I am part of a sleeper cell and I will get an email activating me at some point.

Every day we see injustices happen all around us that could be resolved by breaking a rule and we collectively do nothing. Wars rage and famines starve, children are slaughtered, and we remain silent. We fear consequences or the crosshairs moving away from the oppressed and toward us, so we let terror win and choke out our voice. Then, when someone does stand up and say, “These rules are fucked,” we bury them in the back of the graveyard of history and then name a road after them. We know that rules aren’t meant to be broken and that there will be harsh consequences when we do break them. So we say, “Rules are meant to be broken,” as we steal two coins from the take-a-penny cup at the convenience store and place them on the eyes of a dead kindergartner. God bless America.

a few to infiltrate and cause dissension. The American people only need to believe that the government doesn’t have their best interests at heart and you have—” “A civil war,” Danielle said cutting him off. A civil war was nothing more than a conflict within a country fought by organized groups with the goal of taking power or changing government policies. Although the idea was horrendous, she would have been lying to say she wasn’t impressed with how they’d gone about planning this. Most, if not all countries attacked and hoped for the best, but this was strategic using sleeper cells, using a hacker, using flaws in code, using a country’s own weapon system, using

But as al-Qaeda had scattered and gone underground, metastasizing into a complex web of affiliates, operatives, sleeper cells, and sympathizers connected by the internet and burner phones, our national security agencies had been challenged to construct new forms of more targeted, nontraditional warfare—including operating an arsenal of lethal drones to take out al-Qaeda operatives within the territory of Pakistan.

Actually, I don’t understand,” Caspian said. “How could you understand?” she snapped back at him. “But honestly, why should your understanding matter? Do you have to sympathize with everything in order for you to care about it? You have to have experienced the thing for someone to be considered equal to you? Empathy isn’t a fucking thing they teach in seminary?

You all think it’s so clever, just have the baby anyway, maybe you’ll like it. Maybe you can give it to someone else if you are heartless, does that really sound clever to you? I can go through all of those body changes and trauma and possibly die in childbirth so that your conscience can be clean—about what? My own personal choices about my own body. Fuck that. And fuck you.

Caspian, you’ll never be able to pick the lock,” Nadya said. “Why is that?” “Because you’ll never be an outlaw, you’ll never be one of us. You don’t have the magic.” Nadya was visibly shaken. “You can’t break the lock because you are one of the pillars that uphold the powers of oppression.

We have to do the right thing, even if we aren’t heard, even if the ship still sinks, even if it means we lose it all in the process.

We now stand at the very edge of exchanging our republic for a theocracy, replacing our president of the people with a new king: a tsar. Do we have a republic? A monarchy? A theocracy? Have we appointed a new tsar and replaced our Congress with a Duma? No, we have a republic if we can keep it.

Nadya,” Caspian said as she reached for the door, “what do we do next?” “Tell the truth,” she said to him. “As Maximos said, that’s the only thing that can dispel the lies.

Yes, the tsar needed to be removed and make way for freedom for all people, but not like this. What happened to those children was a warning of what was to come at the hands of our new leaders. The Soviets gave us another kind of tyranny. We traded one type of oppression for another.

he couldn’t imagine having to go back to school to learn a new trade or starting life over in his forties. Instead, he decided that any opportunity was better than none, even if he did feel royally fucked about the whole ordeal at this particular juncture.

A great deal of offense happens in this world because someone has violated an invisible rule we have curated for ourselves and then attempted to impose on everyone else.

Whenever Caspian didn’t know what to do, he often liked to carry on these debates in his head of all the things he would like to say but rarely ever said.

An argument could be made that much of the suffering in this world comes from the fact that society doesn’t believe that rules are meant to be broken at all, no matter how many folks use it as a throwaway phrase during moments of inconvenience. Every day we see injustices happen all around us that could be resolved by breaking a rule and we collectively do nothing. Wars rage and famines starve, children are slaughtered, and we remain silent. We fear consequences or the crosshairs moving away from the oppressed and toward us, so we let terror win and choke out our voice. Then, when someone does stand up and say, “These rules are fucked,” we bury them in the back of the graveyard of history and then name a road after them. We know that rules aren’t meant to be broken and that there will be harsh consequences when we do break them. So we say, “Rules are meant to be broken,” as we steal two coins from the take-a-penny cup at the convenience store and place them on the eyes of a dead kindergartner. God bless America.

Caspian hadn’t even spent too much time thinking about the world of trouble he would be in back at home, that he was likely excommunicated. That he had let his friend down, or that, in reality, the bishop had let him down first.

am not claiming to be a moral or righteous man. I have done many immoral things and likely will do many more. But there are certain things I cannot abide and we are careening quickly toward some of those same events that, I would hope, any person with even the spark of a conscience would stand up against, regardless of the cost.

Even in times of war,” Caspian said, “we attend to the wounded on both sides. Otherwise, are we any different than them? He is God’s to judge now.

With his misinformation campaigns, he has bolstered a false kind of patriotism on the right and so weakened any love for country on the left that both are willingly handing the nation over into the hands of Tsar Putin, one by way of a fake news war paint known as nationalism and the other by defeatism.

I must ask you to leave. Not because I do not love you but because I must protect the next generation. It is your time to die, not theirs. Go, I bless you in your efforts; die with brilliance and grace.

I thought you said you were staying out of it.” Caspian looked suspicious. “How would you know that?” “I said I was staying out of it, not that I was an idiot who wouldn’t know where his enemy lies.

Learn to love it, child. Don’t despise it because these white nationalists, these terrorists, have coopted it. Patriotism and nationalism are not the same evil.

The Republic is not for one person to save. It has always been the People’s and it is for all of us to save if we are able.