Motive power – thought Dagny, looking up at the Taggart Building in the twilight – was its first need; motive power, to keep that building standing; movement, to keep it immovable. (18.104.22.168)
The sounds of torture became defiance, the statement of agony became a hymn to a distant vision for whose sake anything was worth enduring, even this. It was the song of rebellion – and of a desperate quest. (22.214.171.124)
"Dan," she said through her teeth, "fight it."
He raised his head. His eyes were empty. "No," he said, "it would be wrong. I'm just selfish."
"Oh, damn that rotten tripe! You know better than that!"
"I don't know . . ." His voice was very tired. (126.96.36.199-4)