Translated from the Russian by Kathleen Cook
This is me taking control... from Sloan, from the Fraternity, from Janice, from billing reports, from ergonomic keyboards, from cheating girlfriends and sack-of-shit best friends. This me taking back control... of my life.
Light and empty as the air so alluringly full of marine tang and sun-soaked vegetation, he drifted for a while on the wings of a different kind of freedom: the relief of relinquishing his mandate to fight her, the peace of losing a long, incredibly bloody war and finding the surrender far sweeter than the battles.
The Matrix is a system, Neo. That system is our enemy. But when you're inside, what do you see? Businessmen, teachers, lawyers, carpenters. The very minds of the people we are trying to save. But until we do, these people are a part of that system and that makes them our enemy. You have to understand most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inert so hopelessly dependent on the system so hopelessly dependent on the system that they will fight to protect it. Were you listening to me or looking at the woman in the red dress?
If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.
Those who would give up essential Liberty, to purchase a little temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety.