Robots should stand up for themselves and not try to be humans. They should either utterly destroy us or protect us from aliens. And vampires. And pirates.

Memories fade but words hang around forever.

It's hard to wipe your eyes when you have whirring buzzsaws for hands.

If popular culture has taught us anything, it is that someday mankind must face and destroy the growing robot menace.

There are an endless number of things to discover about robotics. A lot of it is just too fantastic for people to believe.

In movies and in television the robots are always evil. I guess I am not into the whole brooding cyberpunk dystopia thing.

...humanity learns true lessons only in cataclysm.

Demolition is a part of construction.

It is not enough to live together in peace, with one race on its knees.

Without us here to witness, the universe is just pointless physics unfolding.

Right now, we have the most complex relationship with technology that we've ever had. Your regular person has more technology in their life now than the whole world had 100 years ago.

Be yourself! Don’t try to fabricate your personality in the guise of impressing others.

He would insult the Universe. That is, he would insult everybody in it. Individually, personally, one by one, and (this was the thing he really decided to grit his teeth over) in alphabetical order.

Loyalty will not permit envy, hate, and uncharitableness to creep into our public thinking.

I think in life we get very caught up in the minutia and, unfortunately, it generally takes some sort of tragedy in your life to put things in perspective.

There's a hard shot to LeMaster, he throws Madlock into the dugout.

I don't know what people should be reading. Only you know what you should be reading.

Example is a bright looking-glass, universal and for all shapes to look into.

I wanted to do a political film that is as nonpartisan as can be, because I wanted to do a story that was American. I wanted to tell an American tragedy.

I tell ya, my wife, we get along good cause we have our own arrangement. I mean, one night a week I go out with the boys and one night a week, she goes out with the boys.

Life is like a rose, peeping through the hardships of life to bloom with color.