[N]ow we have a clearer idea what this story is all about: The world was made for man, and man was made to rule it.

The premise of the Taker story is 'the world belongs to man'. … The premise of the Leaver story is 'man belongs to the world'.

[A]ny species that exempts itself from the rules of competition ends up destroying the community in order to support its own expansion.

No one species shall make the life of the world its own.' … That's one expression of the law. Here's another: 'The world was not made for any one species.

You shouldn't have to settle for rabbits if what you want is deer

The obvious can sometimes be illuminating when perceived in an unhabitual way.

If the world was made for us, then it BELONGS to us and we can do what we damn well please with it.

The journey itself is going to change you, so you don’t have to worry about memorizing the route we took to accomplish that change.

And every time the Takers stamp out a Leaver culture, a wisdom ultimately tested since the birth of mankind disappears from the world beyond recall.

This is precisely how someone speaks who imagines that he is the world's divinely appointed ruler: 'I will not LET them starve. I will not LET the drought come. I will not LET the river flood.

With gorilla gone, will there be hope for man?

Religion is an illusion and it derives its strength from the fact that it falls in with our instinctual desires.

I'll go anywhere as long as it's forward.

You don't reward reaction; you reward results.

I know you [Donald Trump] live in your own reality, but that is not the facts.

Teachers must be encouraged - I almost said 'freed', to pursue an education that strives for depth of understanding.

I have to say I was very lucky in this [movie] business. I was in the right place at the right time when I first got started.

Running a business is not the same as being president of the United States.

The mountain sheep are sweeter, But the valley sheep are fatter. We therefore deemed it meeter To carry off the latter.

I found out I'd been signing my name wrong. You know, like with the alphabet they teach you in preschool. But I think I've got it right now.

Because I cannot flatter and look fair, Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog, Duck with French nods and apish courtesy, I must be held a rancorous enemy.