Today has been a very emotional day.
It's not that I'm sad or happy or feelings are over whelming, it's more like the speech and how we talk among ourselves and how we're co-existing.

I'm rooting for a man and wife I've never met before, but I know they're going to be alright.
I'll believe in them if no one else will.

I was thinking about letters and how I miss them. I never get good letters any more. I remember when my mom used to send me letters and things. I kept them all, of course, but I think I might have misplaced them. That's stopped now. It's really disappointing, really. I wish I received letters again.

I'm kind of distressed over the fact that I'm okay.

Androids are really sad creatures. In this movie that I was watching, Roy questioned his creators and came back to them. He didn't want his life span of four years. It couldn't be changed, so he killed them. He had received enough emotional education in order to react severely to the death of his female droid counter part. He went mad, he howled and barked and ran around in just his underwear. He broke two of the man's fingers, he caught doves.

You know, I think I had more of an emotional attachment to the droids then to the humans.
The droids had a better questioning insanity that I have more then the humane thought process of using people and things for our benefit. Slavery is wrong, but we're all in it.

We're all slaves to gravity, you know.
Not even a plane can conquer that because it will fall eventually.

Sometimes I get confused by the way you look at me.
You're my best friend from 6th grade, it makes me uncomfortable when you look at me like that. I always do something wrong.

It's easier to balance things in your hands then on your face. It gives you a larger perspective to look from and time to think before it hits too hard.

I would not have some one in the world die in order for me to receive 1 million dollars.

Gods, Did I feel for those droids.

War sucks.