John Hammond: When we have control again.. Dr. Ellie Sattler: You never had control, that's the illusion! I was overwhelmed by the power of this place. But I made a mistake, too, I didn't have enough respect for that power and it's out now. The only thing that matters now are the people we love.…
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Michael Crichton
John Michael Crichton (/ˈkraɪtən/; October 23, 1942 – November 4, 2008) was an American best-selling author, screenwriter, film director and producer best known for his work in the science fiction, medical fiction and thriller genres. His books have sold over 200 million copies worldwide, and many have been adapted into films. In 1994, Crichton became the only creative artist ever to have works simultaneously charting at No. 1 in U.S. television (ER), film (Jurassic Park), and book sales (Disclosure). His literary works are usually within the action genre and heavily feature technology. His novels epitomize the techno-thriller genre of literature, often exploring technology and failures of human interaction with it, especially resulting in catastrophes with biotechnology. Many of his future history novels have medical or scientific underpinnings, reflecting his medical training and science background. He wrote, among other works, The Andromeda Strain (1969), Congo (1980), Sphere (1987), Travels (1988), Jurassic Park (1990), Rising Sun (1992), Disclosure (1994), The Lost World (1995), Airframe (1996), Timeline (1999), Prey (2002), State of Fear (2004), Next (2006; the final book published before his death), Pirate Latitudes (2009), an unfinished techno-thriller, Micro, which was published in November 2011, and Dragon Teeth, a historical novel set during the "Bone Wars", which will be published worldwide in May 2017. 2Early life and education John Michael Crichton was born on October 23, 1942, in Chicago, Illinois, to John Henderson Crichton, a journalist, and Zula Miller Crichton. He was raised on Long Island, in Roslyn, New York, and showed a keen interest in writing from a young age; at 14, he had a column related to travel published in The New York Time
You'll have to get used to Dr. Malcolm, he suffers from a deplorable excess of personality, especially for a mathematician.
Dr. Alan Grant: Hammond, after careful consideration, I've decided, not to endorse your park. John Hammond: So have I.
T-Rex doesn't want to be fed. He wants to hunt. Can't just suppress 65 million years of gut instinct.
Dr. Alan Grant: I hate computers. Dr. Ellie Sattler: The feeling's mutual.
Lex: [a Brachiosaur eats from the tree Grant, Lex and Tim are sleeping in] Go away! Dr. Alan Grant: It's OK. It's OK. It's a Brachiosaur. Tim: It's a veggiesaurus Lex! Veggiesaurus! Lex: Veggie!
Dr. Alan Grant: Kids! You want to have one of those? Dr. Ellie Sattler: I don't want that kid, but a breed of child Dr. Grant could be intriguing. I mean, what's so wrong with kids? Dr. Alan Grant: Oh, Ellie, look, they're noisy, they're messy, they're expensive. Dr. Ellie Sattler: Cheap... cheap...…
Tim: What do you call a blind dinosaur? Dr. Alan Grant: I don't know. What do you call a blind dinosaur? Tim: A Do-you-think-he-saurus. Dr. Alan Grant: Ha ha. Good one.
Volunteer Boy: That doesn't look very scary. More like a six-foot turkey. Dr. Alan Grant: A turkey, huh? OK, try to imagine yourself in the Cretaceous Period. You get your first look at this 'six foot turkey' as you enter a clearing. He moves like a bird, lightly, bobbing his head. And you keep…
Dr. Alan Grant: You got any kids? Dr. Ian Malcolm: Me? Oh, hell yeah, three. I love kids. Anything at all can and does happen. Same with wives, for that matter. Dr. Alan Grant: You're married? Dr. Ian Malcolm: Occasionally. Yeah, I'm always on the lookout for a future ex-Mrs. Malcolm.
Boy, do I hate being right all the time!
Dr. Alan Grant: [watching Gennaro jump out of the tour car and sprint to the Port-A-Potty at the sight of the T-Rex] Well, where does he think he's going? Dr. Ian Malcolm: When you gotta go, you gotta go.
God help us, we're in the hands of engineers.
[as they pass through the gigantic park gates] What have they got in there, King Kong?
[looking at a huge mound of dinosaur feces] That is one big pile of shit.
Dr. Ian Malcolm: God creates dinosaurs. God destroys dinosaurs. God creates man. Man destroys God. Man creates dinosaurs. Dr. Ellie Sattler: Dinosaurs eat man. Woman inherits the earth.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: So, what are you thinking? Dr. Alan Grant: We're out of a job. Dr. Ian Malcolm: Don't you mean extinct?
Yeah, but your scientists were so preoccupied with whether or not they could, they didn't stop to think if they should.