Demerzel: Martyring dissidents is a risky enterprise.
Brother Day: So is annoying your emperor.
Raych Foss: We have time. A lot of time.
Gaal Dornick: Well, we do until we don’t.
Gaal Dornick: Math is never just numbers. When words fail us, we use math to describe the inexpressible. The things that terrify us most. The vastness of space, the shape of time, the weight and worth of a human soul.
Gaal Dornick: The most advanced math is like a sixth sense. The right calculation can allow us to see over the horizon. And if we’re lucky, it can help us prepare for what comes next.
Hari Seldon: [to Gaal] Shame grows in darkness. You’ve nothing to be ashamed about.
Demerzel: The more human I act, the more human I am.
Brother Dusk: You’re going to die. The Empire is going to kill you, and it won’t be enough for what you did. For the smells. For the stinging in the eyes. The dust of children, mothers and fathers in our throats. It is a taste in my mouth! It is a taste that will not go away. This is the legacy. Yours and ours. We may wish it is not. We may scream it is not fair. And we would be right. Because I believe you. One of you is telling the truth. Maybe even both. We should let you all go free. We should. But we won’t.
Hari Seldon: I approved the passenger manifest. Each and every name on it. A hundred years from now, perhaps even a thousand, your names will be memorialized. The believers who threw their lot in with an eccentric that pinned the fate of the galaxy on the back of a theorem so abstract, well, it might as well have been a prayer. And it won’t matter what you did, whether you worked as an ultrasound scrubber, a heat exchange engineer, or here in the laundry. Because that prayer can’t endure without people. Without you.
Hari Seldon: Apparently, I’m better at predicting the future than I am at remembering the past.
Young Brother Dawn: [referring to the public execution] How often does it end like this? How often do we choose this?
Demerzel: You always do.
Gaal Dornick: The weight of traditions protects us. There can be comfort in making a journey others have made before. Once, I prayed in the words of my parents. But then my world expanded, and the words fell short of my reality. I pray in a different language now.
Gaal Dornick: Every world has ghosts. And every house is haunted by them.
Brother Darkness: I am shrinking. The world is beginning to see me from a distance.
Brother Darkness: Strange, watching yourself being born.
Gaal Dornick: To be alive is to know ghosts. We hear their whispers if we listen. We are haunted by prophets, all.
Gaal Dornick: We ignore the dead at our peril.
Salvor Hardin: [referring to herself] Different is not the same as special.
Gaal Dornick: To be alive is to know ghosts. The Empire feared Hari because he could forecast the future. But, in reality, all he was doing was reexamining the past.
Gaal Dornick: Pay attention to the patterns and we can presage what comes next. To be alive is to know ghosts. We hear their whispers if we listen.
Gaal Dornick: The ghosts of the dead haunt the skeletons that were once our homes. They surround us. And they’re hungry for what’s ours.