In the spirit of the thread where I discovered this nifty game I'll start with a Lord of the Rings Quote:

"I would have gone with you to the very end, into the fires of Mordor, bro."

or

"A red sun rises. Blood has been spilt this night, bro."

Call me Ishmael, bro.

“War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength, bro.”

Let my people go, bro

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect, bro.

Once there were brook trouts in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery, bro.

Tears do not burn except in solitude, bro.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, bro.

She decided to donate blood to the Red Cross; she wanted to donate a quart a week and her blood would be in the veins of Australians and Fighting French and Chinese, all over the whole world, and it would be as though she were close kin to all of these people. She could hear the army doctors saying that the blood of Frankie Addams was the reddest and the strongest blood that they had ever known, bro.

In the middle of winter, I found inside myself an invincible summer, bro.