Choice, the problem is choice.
I was beginning to think. Everyone's here.
If I were you, I would hope that we don't meet again.
Touch me, and that hand will never touch anything again.
I guess this makes us even.
Then tomorrow we may all be dead, but how would that be different from any other day? This is a war, and we are soldiers. Death can come for us at any time, in any place. Now consider the alternative. What if I am right? What if the prophecy is true? What if tomorrow the war could be over? Isn't that worth fighting for? Isn't that worth dying for?
I have dreamed a dream, but now that dream has gone from me.
Believe me when I say we have a difficult time ahead of us. But if we are to be prepared for it, we must first shed our fear of it. I stand here, before you now, truthfully unafraid. Why? Because I believe something you do not? No, I stand here without fear because I remember. I remember that I am here not because of the path that lies before me but because of the path that lies behind me. I remember that for 100 years we have fought these machines. I remember that for 100 years they have sent their armies to destroy us, and after a century of war I remember that which matters most... We are still here! Today, let us send a message to that army. Tonight, let us shake this cave. Tonight, let us tremble these halls of earth, steel, and stone, let us be heard from red core to black sky. Tonight, let us make them remember, this is Zion and we are not afraid!
I believe this night holds for each and every one of us, the very meaning of our lives.
Everything begins with choice.
I am the Architect. I created the Matrix. I've been waiting for you.
You have many questions and though the process has altered your consciousness, you remain irrevocably human.
Hope. It is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength and your greatest weakness.
There are two doors. The door to your right leads to the Source and the salvation of Zion. The door to your left leads back to the Matrix, to her... and to the end of your species. As you adequately put, the problem is choice. But we already know what you are going to do, don't we? Already I can see the chain reaction: the chemical precursors that signal the onset of an emotion, designed specifically to overwhelm logic and reason. An emotion that is already blinding you to the simple and obvious truth: she is going to die and there is nothing you can do to stop it.
Denial is the most predictable of human responses.
She is going to die and there is nothing you can do to stop it.
I'm looking for Neo.
Mr. Anderson, What a surprise!
The best thing about being me - there's so many me's.
[To Neo] Still using all the muscles except the one that matters?
Mr. Anderson! Did you get my package?
Suprised to see me?
You do not truly know someone until you fight them.
Choice is an illusion, created between those with power, and those without.