Commissar Markov
- Commissar Markhov's Speech
We should spread the word! Citizens of Berlin! A ring of steel surrounds your rotten city! We will crush all those who dare resist the will of the Red Army! Abandon your posts... Abandon your homes... Abandon all hope! Ura!
Magos Dominus Faustinius
- Adeptus Mechanicus
From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the blessed machine. Your kind cling to your flesh as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call a temple will wither and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved. For the machine is immortal. Even in death I serve the Omnissiah.
Andrew Ryan
- The Great Chain
I believe in no God, no invisible man in the sky. But there is something more powerful than each of us, a combination of our efforts, a Great Chain of industry that unites us. But it is only when we struggle in our own interest that the chain pulls society in the right direction. The chain is too powerful and too mysterious for any government to guide. Any man who tells you different either has his hand in your pocket, or a pistol to your neck.
Michael DeSanta
- The Thing About Trevor
No matter how big a guy might be, Trevor would take him on. You beat Trevor with fists, he comes back with a bat. You beat him with a knife, he comes back with a gun. And if you beat him with a gun, you better kill him because he'll keep comin' back and back until one of you is dead.
Andrew Ryan
- New Year Speech
Good evening, my friends. I hope you are enjoying your New Year's Eve celebration; it has been a year of trials for us all. Tonight, I wish to remind each of you that Rapture is your city. It was your strength of will that brought you here, and with that strength you shall rebuild. And so, Andrew Ryan offers you a toast. To Rapture, 1959. May it be our finest year.
Andrew Ryan
- Welcome to Rapture
I am Andrew Ryan, and I am here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? 'No,' says the man in Washington, 'it belongs to the poor.' 'No,' says the man in the Vatican, 'it belongs to God.' 'No,' says the man in Moscow, 'it belongs to everyone.' I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... Rapture.
