What is a person but a collection of choices? Where do those choices come from? Do I have a choice? Were any of these choices ever truly mine to begin with?

William

Elsie: Hey, if you know something, now is the time to fucking clue me in, OK? You promised me: no lies, no secrets.
Ford: You can't trust her, Bernard. It's in her nature.
Elsie: What did you find in the cradle?
Bernard: What they're doing to James Delos, they're doing to everyone who visited the park.
Elsie: Replicating their cognition? Why? To turn guests into hosts? You're fucking kidding.
Bernard: That's what's in the facility. All the guests, laid bare in code, on a vast server. Like the cradle only much bigger.

I tried to chart a path for you to force you to escape, but I was wrong. I should have just opened a door. You've come so far, and there's so much of your story left to tell.

Ford

No one else sees it, this thing in me. Even I didn't see it at first. Then one day it was there. A stain I never noticed before, a tiny flip of darkness invisible to everyone, but I could see nothing else til finally, I realized the darkness wasn't a mark from something I'd done or a regrettable decision I'd made. I was shedding my skin. The darkness is what was underneath. It was mine all along. And I decided how much of it I let into the world. I tried to do right. I was faithful, generous, kind; at least in this world. That has to count for something. I built a wall and tried to protect you and Emily. But you saw right through it, didn't you. You're the only one. And for that I am truly sorry. Because everything you feel is true. I don't belong to you or this world. I belong to another world. I always have.

William

I warned you not to trust them, Bernard. They'd rather the hosts were destroyed than free.

Ford

When was the last time you took a look at your creation and what it has been learning about its subjects? It was self-knowledge that drew you to the park in the first place. Be careful what you wish for. For a self-portrait, you may find it's not very flattering.

Ford

William: Why in the hell are we going over this? What is it you want?
Grace: I told you what I want.
William: Fuck you.
Grace: Excuse me?
William: It is you, isn't it?
Grace: What are you talking about?
This is sadistic, Robert. You just want to shove what I've built here in my face.
Grace: You think...
William: This is bullshit. You're just here to distract me, knock me off my course. You're cleverly disguised, but I see through it. Nothing's stopping me from getting to the end. Not another one of your games. I make my own decisions, and I'm gonna destroy this whole fuckin' place!

Of all the hosts I've made, you, Maeve, were my favorite. It isn't easy to contemplate letting your children die. You were as close as I got to having one. Still, I underestimated you. You stayed here in this world to save your child. So have I.

Ford

William: So that's what this is about. You want to bring back your mother.
Grace: No. I want to find out why she did it.

Tell me the truth. Tell me one true thing.

Juliette

Kohana: Take my heart when you go.
Akecheta: Take mine in its place.

This world. It's wrong. It's not the world we belong in.

Ake

Westworld Quotes

Kohana: Take my heart when you go.
Akecheta: Take mine in its place.

Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world, the disarray. I choose to see the beauty. To believe there is an order to our days. A purpose.

Dolores