There is nothing so eternally adhesive as the memory of power.

The Master created humans first as the lowest type, most easily formed. Gradually, he replaced them by robots, the next higher step, and finally he created me, to take the place of the last humans.

All normal life, Peter, consciously or otherwise, resent domination. If the domination is by an inferior, or by a supposed inferior, the resentment becomes stronger.

It is always useful, you see, to subject the past life of reform politicians to rather inquisitive research.

It's your fiction that interests me. Your studies of the interplay of human motives and emotion.

Fifty years, " I hackneyed, "is a long time.""Not when you're looking back at them, " she said. "You wonder how they vanished so quickly.

There is no Master but the Master, ” he said, “and QT-1 is his prophet.

They recognize the Master, now that I have preached Truth to them. All the robots do.

These are facts which, with the self-evident proposition that no being can create another being superior to itself, smashes your silly hypothesis to nothing.

Don't resent the artist for painting the wrong picture of you after you provided the colors of your character.

It's not just a question of doing what you love for a living. It's about doing what you love with love. Then your life and all be transformed.

Instead of telling the world what you're eating for breakfast, you can use social networking to do something that's meaningful.

I find it easy to forgive the man who invented a devilish instrument like dynamite, but how can one ever forgive the diabolical mind that invented the Nobel Prize in Literature?

Fail to plan, plan to fail.

One can lynch a person without a rope or tree.

The best-run churches and organizations are masters of the midcourse correction. They plan in pencil.

Exercise, not philosophically and with religious gravity undertaken, but the wild romping activities of a spirited girl who runs up and down as though her veins were full of wine.

Fashion is a reflection of your personality, so have fun and experiment.

He took one of my hands in his, and I brought the other to his face, wondering how his eyes could look like chipped ice and still warm me to my core.