I actually liked Rise of the Planet of the Apes. I remember just watching it and being pleasantly surprised with that movie. I didn't think it would be as good as it was, so I love that movie.
Not a superman who stumbles, but an ape with makeshift manners in whose nickel-plated jungles roam mechanical bananas.
I would rather be a transformed ape than a degenerate son of Adam.
The solution is not to reinvent ourselves, not to ape the Labour Party or the Liberal Democrats.
Darwin was wrong. Man's still an ape
I thought if I could understand why apes get mean and horrible and aggressive when they grow up, maybe I could understand why people get mean and horrible and aggressive and have wars.
I did some writing for that movie. The remake of Planet of the Apes. I didn't write the script. But I wrote some lines that they ended up. . . not using. . . . I wrote one line. I thought it would've been perfect. I don't know if anyone saw the movie. It's the scene where the ape general comes in. And they're trying to decide if they should attack right there, or wait until a little later. And I wrote: "Man these bananas are good!" But they didn't use it. I did all of that research.
Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
If man evolved from monkeys and apes, why do we still have monkeys and apes?
Sure, I'd play an ape if they asked me. Maurice Evans did.
Cunning to wise, is as an Ape to a Man.
We are bipedal apes, and it should not be surprising to see that fact reflected in the way our ancestors lived.
But we were born of risen apes, not fallen angels, and the apes were armed killers besides. And so what shall we wonder at? Our murders and massacres and missiles, and our irreconcilable regiments? Or our treaties whatever they may be worth; our symphonies however seldom they may be played; our peaceful acres, however frequently they may be converted into battlefields; our dreams however rarely they may be accomplished. The miracle of man is not how far he has sunk but how magnificently he has risen. We are known among the stars by our poems, not our corpses.
I was a 'Planet of the Apes'-obsessed kid.
The disappointed one speaks. I searched for great human beings; I always found only the apes of their ideals.
There is a rowdy strain in American life, living close to the surface but running very deep. Like an ape behind a mask, it can display itself suddenly with terrifying effect.
My degrees are in anthropology, and I have friends who have worked with apes.
I have discovered the missing link between the anthropoid apes and civilized men. It's us!
What is the ape to man? A laughing-stock or a painful embarrassment. And just that shall man be for the superman: a laughing-stockor a painful embarrassment.
At some future period, not very distant as measured by centuries, the civilised races of man will almost certainly exterminate and replace throughout the world the savage races. At the same time the anthropomorphous apes, as Professor Schaaffhausen has remarked, will no doubt be exterminated. The break will then be rendered wider, for it will intervene between man in a more civilised state as we may hope, than the Caucasian and some ape as low as a baboon, instead of as at present between the negro or Australian and the gorilla.