“There is no dignity in television.”

The idea of a portable kit that has everything you might need ignites something inside me. It’s like Batman’s utility belt.

It’s a group of prop crazies just like me called the Replica Props Forum, and it’s people who trade, make and travel in information about movie props.

This is called being a human and it happens to everyone.

sticks and stones can only break bones; but words can shatter the soul

That’s our people. That’s the way we like to think.

Let’s blow some stuff up.

Let’s get on our knees and pray. I don’t know to whom. Is there a patron saint of ballistics gel?

Forever, the way we’ve done that is through storytelling. It is difficult to let the truth get in the way of a good story.

One worth clinging to. But you don’t need religion to appreciate the ordered existence. It’s not just an idea, it’s reality.

This is the point in the show where we say, ‘Oh, what else do we have in the van that’s flammable?’

Technology is usually there to let some process go on hidden in the background. For us on ‘MythBusters,’

I go home at the end of the day and I rarely talk about what I did that day.

Isn’t television glamourous?

Jamie’s gonna go take a break now, and i am going to continue the on-going process of making a fool of myself and go ahead and try it myself.

The car is effectively a black box.

I believe that rules do not make us moral; loving each other makes us moral.

I’ve got a new friend, all right. But what a gamble friendship is! Charlotte is fierce, brutal, scheming, bloodthirsty-everything I don’t like. How can I learn to like her, even though she is pretty and, of course, clever?

This is a fierce bad rabbit; look at his savage whiskers, and his claws and his turned-up tail.

If the impulse to daring and bravery is too fierce and violent, stay it with guidance and instruction.

One of the few blessings of living in an age of anxiety is that we are forced to become aware of ourselves.

What are you?” She demanded. “My dad? Osiris? Are you even alive?” Dad looked at Anubis. “What did I tell you about her? Fiercer than Ammit, I said.” “You didn’t need to tell me that.” Anubis’s face was grave. “I’ve learned to fear that sharp tongue.” Sadie looked outraged. “Excuse me?

The inscrutable laws of sex have so arranged that even a timid woman is not afraid of a fierce and haughty man.

Tantra is the hot blood of spiritual practice. It smashes the taboo against unreasonable happiness; a thunderbolt path, swift, joyful, and fierce. There is no authentic Tantra without profound commitment, discipline, courage, and a sense of wild, foolhardy, fearless abandon.

Even as a fierce competitor I try to smile.