Adam Savage Quotes

I reject your reality and substitute my own.

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

Am I about to feel really, really stupid?

Remember kids, I have life insurance.

Bigger is always better.

That was excellent! I mean, it didn't do anything, but it looked really cool!

In the spirit of science, there really is no such thing as a "failed experiment.

" Any test that yields valid data is a valid test.

Failure is always an option.

I have some ideas on how to fix that. They're not very good ideas, but at least they're ideas!

The best-case scenario is that the glass shatters in my face! How do you think that makes me feel?

That was cool and that sucked all at the same time.

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

My advice is keep your lips away from the spinning things.

I would have to say that looked like it hurt.

The fact is that the British Museum had a complete specimen of a dodo in their collection up until the 18th century - it was actually mummified, skin and all - but in a fit of space-saving zeal, they actually cut off the head and they cut off the feet and they burned the rest in a bonfire.

Prayer doesn't work because someone out there is listening, it works because someone in here is listening. I've paid attention. I've pictured what I want to happen in my life. I've meditated extensively on my family, my future, my past actions and what did and didn't work for me about them.

I'm not a sculptor; I'm a hard-edged model maker. You give me a drawing, you give me a prop to replicate, you give me a crane, scaffolding, parts from 'Star Wars' - especially parts from 'Star Wars' - I can do this stuff all day long. It's exactly how I made my living for 15 years.

I had saved a few hundred photos of dodo skeletons into my 'Creative Projects' folder - it's a repository for my brain, everything that I could possibly be interested in. Any time I have an Internet connection, there's a sluice of stuff moving into there, everything from beautiful rings to cockpit photos.

Let's blow some stuff up.

I am now standing in a mixture of cooling fluid, gasoline, and cola.

Stand back! I gotta get some rocket fuel out of the fridge!

We're not leaving here without Buster, man. Leave no crash-test dummy behind!

I'm not gonna shoot anyone with the pellet gun... Not unless I have to!

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

Growing up in New York, I was sort of shocked when I realized that my children are Californians. They are 14 years old, and I explain to them frequently that they will never realize the glory of a snow day. 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!'

That aesthetic of the Star Wars universe: the do-it-yourself, hotrod ethic that George Lucas exported from his childhood, is exactly the same kind of soul behind what we do and build for the show. It may not look pretty, but it gets the job done.

I wouldn't say jamie is an evil genius. I'm not sure he's evil and I'm not sure he's a genius.

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

One worth clinging to. But you don't need religion to appreciate the ordered existence. It's not just an idea, it's reality. We're discovering the hidden orders of the universe every day.

Isn't television glamourous?

There is no dignity in television.

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.

That's the show. it's like 5 minutes of science and then 10 minutes of me hurting myself.

Audiences of critical thinkers are my favorite kinds of audiences.

There are jokes I tell in the show that don't get laughs unless I am in front of an audience of critical thinkers. Put me in front of a crowd of science teachers or astronauts! The guileless aren't our audience - it's the critical thinkers we love.

The only thing that differentiates you and me from a couple of fourteen year old pyromaniacs is balistic glass!

I like to work fast. I despise not having the right tool or, worse, knowing I have it but not being able to find it. It's a pointless delay that wrecks my pace - and mood.

Firemen have the coolest toys ever!

My dignity and good television - they'll never meet.

Jamie doesn't like to do anything hastily, and I like to do everything incredibly hastily. So therein you have the dichotomy of our patterns.