You insist that there is something a machine cannot do. If you tell me precisely what it is a machine cannot do, then I can always make a machine which will do just that.
We were young. We were bored. And the old electroshock therapy machine was just under the stairs in a box next to the Hoover.
Music is being treated as one big karaoke machine.
We will have created a tremendous economic machine once again. To do that, we're taking back jobs.
The real question is not whether machines think but whether men do. The mystery which surrounds a thinking machine already surrounds a thinking man.
I am filled with hatred for money, for battleships, for industry, for factories, for the grind, grind, grind of the machine on all our creative instincts.
Your body is like a machine, and if you don't keep it in shape, it holds you back. You don't want anything holding you back, especially yourself.
The mind is not a machine, it is an idea. And the Idea resists all attempts to control it.
By fashion and built-in obsolescence the economies of machine production, instead of producing leisure and durable wealth, are duly cancelled out by the mandatory consumption on an even larger scale.
The human body is a machine that winds up its own springs: it is a living image of the perpetual motion.
The reason I'm painting this way is that I want to be a machine, and I feel that whatever I do and do machine-like is what I want to do.
Our body is a machine for living.
A lot of the lads have a bat for the nets, a bat for facing the bowling machine and a separate bat for the match. I'll just crack on with a bat until it breaks - then crack on with another one.
PIANO, n. A parlor utensil for subduing the impenitent visitor. It is operated by depressing the keys of the machine and the spirits of the audience.
Sometimes I wish God would give me a Holy Ghost machine gun. I'd blow your head off!
I made an instrument which I'm really happy about, because I always wanted to have a machine that did this so once I established it as my unique tool, it was like, now I'm going to master it like a guitar.
I told [Kruesi] I was going to record talking, and then have the machine talk back. He thought it absurd. However, it was finished, the foil was put on; I then shouted "Mary had a little lamb," etc. I adjusted the reproducer, and the machine reproduced it perfectly. On first words spoken on a phonograph.
I don't know. I don't have a fax machine, so I didn't get that message.
Imagining isn't perfect. You can't get all the way inside someone else. . . But imagining being someone else, or the world being something else, is the only way in. It is the machine that kills fascists.
One of life's great truths is this: when one is about to be struck by a speeding six-hundred pound Coke machine, one need worry about little else.