So this is what a revolution looks like, people in expensive clothing running around. Not how I pictured it.
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Sam Esmail
Sam Esmail (born September 17, 1977) is an American screenwriter, film and television director, and television producer. He is best known as the creator of the television series Mr. Robot (2015–present). 2Early life Esmail was born to an Egyptian family in Hoboken, New Jersey. His family is Muslim. While attending New York University, he worked in its computer lab before being put on academic probation for an incident there. After graduating from that college's Tisch School of the Arts, he went on to a Master of Fine Arts degree from the AFI Conservatory. 2Career In 2008, Esmail's first feature film screenplay, Sequels, Remakes & Adaptations, landed on the Black List, a yearly survey of over 600 production companies and film executives of the "most liked" motion picture screenplays not yet produced. In 2014, his feature length directorial debut, Comet was released by IFC. He is the creator, executive producer and head writer of the technological thriller television series Mr. Robot, which premiered on USA Network on June 24, 201
You’re losing it, kiddo. I’m only supposed to be your prophet. You’re supposed to be my god.
Is any of it real? I mean, look at this. Look at it! A world built on fantasy! Synthetic emotions in the form of pills, psychological warfare in the form of advertising, mind-altering chemicals in the form of food, brainwashing seminars in the form of media, controlled isolated bubbles in the form…
This is the world we live in. People relying on each other’s mistakes to manipulate one another and use one another, even relate to one another. A warm, messy circle of humanity.
This is the world we live in. People relying on each other’s mistakes to manipulate one another and use one another, even relate to one another. A warm, messy circle of humanity.
A bug is never just a mistake. It represents something bigger. An error of thinking. That makes you who you are.
Power belongs to the people that take it. Nothing to do with their hard work, strong ambitions, or rightful qualifications, no. The actual will to take is often the only thing that’s necessary.
Give a man a gun and he can rob a bank, but give a man a bank, and he can rob the world.
Power belongs to the people that take it. Nothing to do with their hard work, strong ambitions, or rightful qualifications, no. The actual will to take is often the only thing that’s necessary.
Give a man a gun and he can rob a bank, but give a man a bank, and he can rob the world.
I’m good at reading people. My secret, I look for the worst in them.
I’m good at reading people. My secret, I look for the worst in them.
Hello, friend. Hello, friend. That’s lame. Maybe I should give you a name. But that’s a slippery slope. You’re only in my head. We have to remember that.
Control is about as real as a one-legged unicorn taking a leak at the end of a double rainbow.
In the fallout of the Great Depression, FDR closed all the banks for a bank holiday and then he reopened them in stages when they were reported to being sound. Later, historians discovered what we in this room now know; that those reports, they are mostly lies. Nevertheless, it worked, it worked…
When you look closely at the seams between order and chaos, do you see the same things I see? The strain, the tears, the glimpses of truth hidden underneath. Why do they fight so desperately to mask what they are? Or is it that they become who they are when they put on the mask? Sometimes I wonder…
A guy walks up to a woman at a bar. He flirts with her. He makes small talk, but the woman insists she isn't gonna go home with him. Guy says, ‘What if I offer you $1 million to sleep with me?’ The woman's never had a million dollars in her life. She stops and considers the offer very seriously. The…
How do I take off a mask when it stops being a mask, when it’s as much a part of me as I am?
You wanna unburden yourself, go jerk off.
Annihilation is always the answer. We destroy parts of ourselves every day. We Photoshop our warts away, we edit the parts we hate about ourselves, modify the parts we think people hate. We curate our identity, carve it, distill it. Krista's wrong—annihilation is all we are.