“Now I become Death, the destroyer of worlds.” — J. Robert Oppenheimer, on witnessing the first detonation of a nuclear weapon.
What have I, J. Robert Oppenheimer, done? The deadliest weapon in history was made by my hand, leaving me the terrible responsibility to build a quote of equal magnitude, a remark just as horrifying and enduring, a soundbite so pretentious it almost eclipses what I did in the first place.
No one man should wield that much power. Yet still, I found myself experimenting with verbs in places no man has ever put them, constructing previously untested sentence structures, blissfully ignorant of what their irreversible consequences would be.
Now, decades of historical fiction epigraphs will carry the weight of my actions. Entire English departments will be brought to their knees by my words.
I don’t sleep anymore. Every night, I am gripped by the same question: “When my life is over, how will my name ring out in the annals of BrainyQuote.com?”