Jenkins tried to say goodbye, but he could not say goodbye. If he could only weep, he thought, but robots could not weep. - Clifford D. Simak

"These are the stories that the Dogs tell when the fires burn high and the wind is from the north. Then each family circle gathers at the hearthstone and the pups sit silently and listen and when the story's done they ask many questions:

"What is Man?" they'll ask.

Or perhaps: "What is a city?"

Or: "What is a war?

If mankind were to continue in other than the present barbarism, a new path must be found, a new civilization based on some other method than technology.

You sometimes get a thrill at knowing where you are. You’re often filled with wonder, but more often you are puzzled. You are reminded, again and yet again, of how insignificant you are. And there are times when you forget that you are human. You’re just a blob of life—brother to everything that ever existed or ever will exist.