Quotes About Alien

Our opponent is an alien starship packed with atomic bombs," I said. "We have a protractor.

That quieted her down a little bit. But after a while, she said: "Do you need transportation? Tools? Stuff?" "Our opponent is an alien starship packed with atomic bombs," I said. "We have a protractor.

It was clear, however, that having made that decision, the Committee would have to explain it, justify it, and perpetuate it by painting the Spacers as alien mutants, and furthermore by cultivating a finely developed sense of racial grievance against the cowards who had run away and abandoned them. All of which had been on vivid display during the brief and disastrous conversation between Doc and the Digger contingent.

I occasionally wonder if the entire Universe is nothing more than a snow-globe on the living room mantle of a space alien.

Or what if everything we know and love were just a computer simulation rendered for entertainment by a superintelligent alien species?

Instead of the White House, why not take our visiting space alien to ComicCon. We'd have legitimate concerns that nobody would notice an actual alien camouflaged among those pretending to be one. The upside? Our alien visitor phones home and instead reports—"They're just like us!

What if the universe was always there, in a state or condition we have yet to identify - a multiverse, for instance, that continually births universes? Or what if the universe just popped into existence from nothing? Or what if everything we know and love were just a computer simulation rendered for entertainment by a super-intelligent alien species?

Jupiter's moon Europa has enough H2O that its heating mechanism—the same one at work on Io—has melted the subsurface ice, leaving a warmed ocean below. If ever there was a next-best place to look for life, it's here. (An artist coworker of mine once asked whether alien life forms from Europa would be called Europeans. The absence of any other plausible answer forced me to say yes.)

Voyager went further and also included a gold record album containing diverse sounds from mother Earth, including the human heartbeat, whale "songs," and musical selections from around the world, including the works of Beethoven and Chuck Berry. While this humanized the message, it's not clear whether alien ears would have a clue what they were listening to—assuming they have ears in the first place.

I think 'The Thing' is so good because it's not just a scary movie. It's also social commentary, which works on multiple levels, which is something I really respond to.

My middle name is actually Sigourney, I'm named after me Dad's favourite movie which is 'Alien,' named after the actress Sigourney Weaver who gives birth to an alien, I was born to believe in aliens really.

Skinner's suits were a constant source of fascination to Robert. They seemed to be made from an alien synthetic fibre that never creased or got dirty. Indeed, it seemed possible that Skinner himself was constructed of the same material.

Dammit, that's not all!" Ripley shouted. She couldn't get through to them. Could they not see? Could they not understand? "' Cause if one of those things gets down here, that will be all, and this…" She grabbed the papers, copies of her deposition, evidence sheets. "This bullshit that you think is so important… you can kiss all that goodbye!

She was an alien, really - a sort of eating, pooping, tantrum machine - and he didn't understand anything about her species.

Earth was totally unprepared for an enemy made of meat.

Nothing more closely resembles a monastery (lost in the countryside, walled, flanked by alien, barbarian hordes, inhabited by monks who have nothing to do with the world and devote themselves to their private researches) than an American university campus.

way. As usual, Conny was dressed in baggy pink scrubs and his gray dreadlocks swung with every step, sort of like the alien in Predator.

I have never in my life typed a heart symbol. Those are for milquetoast girls. Karou will probably think my phone's been stolen – or possibly my body, by a lovelorn alien. I send the text anyway. This is what comes back: …who is this??

There was only one possible answer, as plain as it was disturbing. That she was not, in fact, human.

An alien landing would unify the world, just like in a science fiction movie. But "angels" had the potential to splinter humanity into a thousand sharp shards.

What's this?" "That's a mango." Simon stared at Jace. Sometimes it really is like Shadowhunters were from an alien planet. "I don't think I've seen one of those that wasn't already cut up," Jace mused. "I like mangoes." Simon grabbed the mango and tossed it into the cart. "Great. What else do you like?" Jace pondered for a moment. "Tomato soup," he said finally. "Tomato soup? You want tomato soup and a mango for dinner?" Jace shrugged. "I don't really care about food.

There are cultures on Earth that are more alien than some of the aliens in SF. More extensive quote: "the theme of immersion into different cultures comes naturally to science fiction, since a major theme of the genre is how humans interact with 'alien' cultures. Yet many of the so-called alien cultures of science fiction, particularly in its younger days, felt myopic, more like Western cultures even than other cultures on our own planet.

But when it finally did happen, the alien invasion turned out to be much more like Mr. Looney of the Tunes than Mr. Ridley of the Scott. Point to Nani.

The first two human beings to set foot on another world stepped out of the jelly-hatch and into the warm, ever-so-slightly joy-coloured light of Litost's twin suns, which the Klavaret refer to collectively as Our Mums.