We can’t fight gravity. We can’t fight nothing. My whole life, all I ever did was fight. But I can’t give up, neither. I can’t fight my own nature. That’s the paradox, John. You see? When I’m gone, they’ll just find another monster. They have to, because they have to justify their wages. Our time is passed, John.
I love Book Lister. Like “It’s French you doink?” Needing to talk to Cat about his sexual politics? Becoming king of the cockroaches? Coming up with the perfect plan to go into stasis without hurting anyone or also getting jail time so he could get home faster? His grand fantasy to be in his favorite movie and married with two kids and live a simple life that stills lets him help his community? What an icon.
