“I have some ideas on how to fix that.”

I reject your reality and substitute my own.

The idea of an ordered and elegant universe is a lovely one.

Learning to know something in its totality in my head, and then putting together all the constituent parts into a cohesive whole.

You wake up and the world says, ‘Oops, it’s too much fun to go to school, you’ve got to stay home and deal with the snow!’

The main trend with the theme episodes is that anywhere there is a misconception about the way the physical world works, we’re finding fertile material.

And also making them for myself, obtaining them, appreciating them and diving into them.

I’ve learned over decades of building that a deadline is a potent tool for problem-solving.

You know, it’s the best job I’ve ever had, on its worst day it’s better than anything else, but it’s a huge amount of responsibility

You give me a drawing, you give me a prop to replicate, you give me a crane, scaffolding, parts from ‘Star Wars’

Getting paid less to work for people you like and believe in is much better for you (and your career) in the long run.

If I had any dignity, that would have been humiliating.

Any time I have an Internet connection, there’s a sluice of stuff moving into there, everything from beautiful rings to cockpit photos.

I believe that inside every tool is a hammer.

We’re always trying to make the process apparent. So, we have learned to try and never rely on a technological solution when an analogue one is in front of us.

I just had one of those ‘what the hell are we doing’ moments.

That’s OK. The project may be the lion, but the list is your whip.

I wept upon reading this story. The Book of Negroes is courageous, breathtaking, simply brilliant.

A lot of artists use memories. A lot of prose writers, a lot of poets, a lot of songwriters, refer back to something. Generally it’s all you’ve got, unless you’re brilliant and can write totally in the now.

Drawing Dead is a brilliant noir from one of Australia’s most exciting new novelists.

We don’t have to be brilliant.

Most of what you encounter when you meet a man is a facade, an elaborate fig leaf, a brilliant disguise.

It’s by a brilliant reporter named David Holthouse.

All great men have declared that they owe their sucess to the aid and encouragement of some brilliant woman.

I can hear of the brilliant accomplishments of any of my sex with pleasure and rejoice in that liberality of sentiment which acknowledges them.