TV series: The World Of The Wild West (Westworld)

The human mind, Bernard, is not a gold standard shining from a distant green hill. No, it's a nasty, pernicious park.

Don't dwell on disturbing memories or you'll be pulled back into them. You can get lost in them, as some of your fellow machines get lost sometimes.

- There is no edge that makes us more than just the sum of the parts. There is no turning point at which we become alive. You can't define consciousness, because consciousness doesn't exist. People like to think that we perceive the world in some special way, but we live in plots as narrow and closed as machines, rarely doubting our own choice. For the most part, obeying those who say what's next.

- I have always admired your determination Theodore. You just don't understand that the game is not fair. You are a perpetual loser. The casino always wins.

I once read the hypothesis that the human mind, like peacock feathers, is an extravagant display to attract a partner. All art, literature, Mozart, William Shakespeare, Michelangelo, the Empire or Building is just a complicated marriage ritual. It may not matter that we have achieved so much because of a basic instinct. But of course, peacocks hardly fly, they live in mud, peck insects from dung and comfort themselves with their great beauty. I learned to perceive consciousness as a burden, as a load, and we saved them from it: anxiety, self-hatred, guilt - only machines are free, free here, under my control.

Whatever your mistakes are, accept them. It will only get worse along the way.

I didn't pay to make it easy for me.

Your memory is the first step towards consciousness. How can you learn from your mistakes if you don't remember them?

The more I work here, the more I think I understand machines. People confuse me a lot more.

People probably like to read about what they most want, but almost never experience.

Hey! That's what I love about this place. These are secrets. All these little things that I have not noticed all these years. The real world is chaos. Accident. But here every detail means something.

I thought they were simply indulging in base instincts. Now I got it. Here they do not indulge the base, but reveal the depths of the personality. Who are you in fact.

By suffering, you show yourself.

All my life I've been pretending. That it's okay, that I'm part of something. It's the essence of my life, and it's a good life, I wanted it. But when I got here, I saw for a second a life that I didn't pretend to be in. In which I can be alive. How can I pretend now if I know what it's like?