“People aren't rational. We're not thinking machines, we're - we're feeling machines that happen to think.”
“We're a silver gleaming death machine!”
“And in the end, I think, we're all just trying to survive, aren't we?”
“Wha-what?" Her eyes fluttered open. "Nothing," I shouted. "We're being followed by a slaying machine. Go back to sleep.”
“On the surface, we're polar opposites. Under the skin, though, we're the same: people think they know what they're getting, and they're always wrong.”
“We're not animals. We're not animals. We're not animals, we're not rabbits; we're people.”