Brother Dawn: [referring to his brothers] They’re always looking. And if they start pulling that thread, it all comes undone.
Akiva: I’m not a fighter. None of us are.
Hari Seldon: Most people aren’t, until they’re left with no other choice.
Gaal Dornick: The Foundation isn’t a religion, Hari. You’re not a god.
Hari Seldon: No. Gods are impervious to knives. But you can kill them. You just stop believing in them.
Hari Seldon: I’m no longer the hand of our salvation, but the crackpot who dragged everyone to a frigid rock.
Hari Seldon: I was engineering the narrative.
Gaal Dornick: That’s a fancy way of saying you lied.
Hari Seldon: You made a choice, Gaal. You wanted a different life to the one mapped out for you.
Gaal Dornick: [to Seldon] I’ve heard enough from you. I liked you better when you were dying.
Gaal Dornick: I knew what was going to happen before it did. Not through math, not through calculations. I think I can feel the future.
Phara: [to Salvor] Isn’t it remarkable what a person will do for a little time?
Hari Seldon: The Second Foundation, and its location, must be kept secret. Even from the first Foundation.
Zephyr Halima: Everyone has a choice. Even when it feels like they do not.
Salvor Hardin: I have to try. We have to try. And that is all there is in a crisis. Trying.
Demerzel: Seeing nothing, I would not wish that emptiness on anyone.
Gaal Dornick: Ask a historian, “What was mankind’s greatest invention?” Fire? The wheel? The sword? I would argue it’s history itself.
Gaal Dornick: History isn’t fact. It’s narrative, one carefully curated and shaped. Under the pen strokes of the right scribe, a villain becomes a hero, a lie becomes the truth.
Abbas: Being human is complicated, Sal. We share a common origin, and some of the same myths. But we’re governed by this. In here is all the capacity for rational thinking, but it’s sharing skull space with our emotions. And sometimes emotions shout louder than logic.
Abbas: Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent.
Abbas: Past behavior is the best predictor of future performance.
Brother Dusk: [to Dawn] Time flows differently when you’re young.
Brother Dusk: [to Dawn] A clever artist provides commentary with his work. Even something as simple as a choice of color can convey a hidden meaning. And sometimes the moment’s not so obvious. Sometimes it slips past us, and you don’t even realize it until it is past, until your debut on the wall is upon you.