"Your reason surpassed the arbiter's trap. In doing so, you revealed yourself to us. Your do not fully comprehend. Such is your imperfection."
"We are the imperfection of Sotha Sil- excised from his being, yet never truly apart. We measure the indulgence of inspiration against the necessities of progression. You will never know. You are not Sotha Sil."
―Are you Sotha Sil?
"Perfection can never truly be attained. By testing one's consonantly degrading mechanism against this unknowable goal, you reveal the imperfections of your own device. Can you accept this necessity?"