An android, ” he said, “doesn’t care what happens to another android. That’s one of the indications we look for."“Then, ” Miss Luft said, “you must be an android.

Everything is true, ' he said. 'Everything anybody has ever thought.''Will you be all right?''I'll be all right, ' he said, and thought, And I'm going to die. Both those are true, too.

Time and tide, he thought. The cycle of life. Ending in this, the last twilight. Before the silence of death. He perceived in this a micro-universe, complete.

There, at her console, he dialed 594: pleased acknowledgement of husband's superior wisdom in all matters

You will be required to do wrong no matter where you go. It is the basic condition of life, to be required to violate your own identity.

The tyranny of an object, he thought. It doesn't know I exist.

You mean old books?""Stories written before space travel but about space travel.""How could there have been stories about space travel before --""The writers, " Pris said, "made it up.

That's because you're a highly moral person. I'm not. I don't judge, not even myself.

Mankind needs more empathy.

I wonder, he wondered, if any human has ever felt this way before about an android.

And in the end, we were all just humans.. drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

See it (your situations) with your eyes but direct it to God

Love without trust is nothing more than infatuation.

An intelligently planned feast is like a summing up of the whole world, where each part is represented by its envoys.

The mining industry might make wealth and power for a few men and women, but the many would always be smashed and battered beneath its giant treads.

And to be honest, most actors are incredibly solipsistic.

O, to bring back the great Homeric time, The simple manners and the deed sublime: When the wise Wanderer, often foiled by Fate, Through the long furrow drave the ploughshare straight.

I just know that there's a spot for me in the industry.