Intelligence Is An Accident Of Evolution, And

A Robot May Not Injure A Human Being, Or, Through Inaction, Allow A Human Being To Come To Harm.

In Life, Unlike Chess, The Game Continues After Checkmate.

When I Die I Won't Go To Heaven Or Hell; There Will Just Be Nothingness.

Feminine Intuition? Is That What You Wanted The Robot For? You Men. Faced With A Woman Reaching A Correct Conclusion And Unable To Accept The Fact That She Is Your Equal Or Superior In Intelligence, You Invent Something Called Feminine Intuition.

Speech As Known To Us Was Unnecessary. A Fragment Of A Sentence Amounted Almost To A Long-winded Redundancy. A Gesture, A Grunt, The Curve Of A Facial Line--even A Significantly Timed Pause Yielded Informational Juice.