"I have stood knee deep in mud and bone, and filled my lungs with mustard gas. I have seen two brothers fall. I have lain with holy wars and copulated with the autumnal fallout. I have dug trenches for the refugees; I have murdered dissidents where the ground never thaws, and starved the masses into faith. A child's shadow burnt into the brickwork. A house of skulls in the jungle. The innocent, the innocent, Mandus, trod and bled and gassed and starved and beaten and murdered and enslaved. This is your coming century! They will eat them, Mandus! They will make pigs of you all! And they will bury their snouts into your ribs and they will 'eat. Your. Hearts!"'
"He who makes a beast of himself removes himself from the pain of being human."
"This world is a machine. A machine for pigs. Fit only for the slaughtering of pigs."
— The Engineer
"Ask the beggar, professor. Ask the orphan, ask the whore. Ask the starving, professor! The weak, the sick, the filthy! Ask them to define your 'humane!'"
— Oswald Mandus
"I want my children, you UNHOLY BASTARD!"
— Oswald Mandus
"The party that leans upon the workers but serves the bourgeoisie, in the period of the greatest sharpening of the class struggle, cannot but sense the smells wafted from the waiting grave."
— Leon Trotsky
"I lay there, and watched the God I had created die. At the end, when we were cold as the stone we had hewn his body from, when the lights were nearly all extinguished, we heard, in the silent distance, the man-pigs singing to one another. Then, as the last lights went out, and we lay together in the deep, they drifted away, and all was silent. Such a silence I have never known. And as the dust settled on my open eyes, and we lay together embraced forever, I heard, miles above us, the sounds of the city turning over in its sleep. A churchbell ringing out — and in that moment, the new century was born."
— The final words in the game
