When Harold Finley lifts the large fragment with his mind, the supporting wires are clearly visible.
Vera Finley: You wouldn't hurt anyone even if you could. You're not a violent man. You've never hated anyone, never.
Harold Finley: Not to hurt them, no, Vera. But I have this power. It acts whether I want it to or not.
Vera Finley: No, Harold, you don't have any power. You've always been quiet. You told me yourself you're too mild, you're too weak.
Harold Finley: No more, Vera! I could split this ceiling open if I wanted to! I could crash down these walls. I could splinter this whole block into bricks and rubble.
Vera Finley: Harold, you're a little man, a nobody. You don't have any power.
Harold Finley: Heaven help me. If I have such power, then I don't want to live.
Harold Finley: The terrible thing is, there's a part of me, there is a piece of my brain, which hates. It's like a dark cloud in my subconscious.
Harold Finley: You want me to stay a worm, don't you? Unimportant, unproductive, classroom worm! Some women take their husband by the hands and say, "Together we'll climb to the stars." Not you... Never you.
Keenan: It's like a cosmic reservoir, there's no limit to the amount that could be fed into the link gate. Pure power, pure and perfect, controlled by the mind of man. You know, I don't want to sound prophetic but, heh, we're close to becoming gods.
Control Voice: (closing narration) Deep beyond the kindest, gentlest soul may lurk violent thoughts, deadly wishes. Someday Man will learn to cope with the monsters of the mind. Then, and only then, when the human mind is truly in control of itself, can we begin to utilize the great and hidden powers of the universe.
Control Voice: (opening narration) In the course of centuries, Man has devoured the Earth itself. The Machine Age has dried up the seas of oil. Industry has consumed the heartlands of coal. The Atomic Age has plundered the rare elements... uranium, cobalt, plutonium... leaving behind worthless deposits of lead and ashes. Starvation is at hand. Only here, in the void of space, is there a new source of atomic power. Above us, in the debris of the solar system, in the meteorites and asteroids, are the materials needed to drive the reactors. Yet in their distant, silent orbits, these chunks of matter are beyond the reach of Man, beyond the reach of human hands... but not beyond the reach of human minds. Driving along a country road in an ordinary car is a modest man: Harold J. Finley, quiet and profound...
Dr. Hinderman: We all suffer the slings and arrows of an outraged subconscious.
Referencing Hamlet's monologue, Act III, Scene I, line 56, from the play of the same name by William Shakespeare. It is part of the Prince of Denmark's "To be or not to be?" speech.