Peoples is peoples.
-Pete-

People were people.

All the people like us are we, and everyone else is they.

In every crowd are certain persons who seem just like the rest, yet they bear amazing messages.

The problem with people is that they're only human.

I think there's just one kind of folks. Folks.

So many humans.
So many colors.

It is a small world. You do not have to live in it particularly long to learn that for yourself. There is a theory that, in the whole world, there are only five hundred real people (the cast, as it were; all the rest of the people in the world, the theory suggests, are extras) and what is more, they all know each other. And it's true, or true as far as it goes. In reality the world is made of thousands upon thousands of groups of about five hundred people, all of whom will spend their lives bumping into each other, trying to avoid each other, and discovering each other in the same unlikely teashop in Vancouver. There is an unavoidability to this process. It's not even coincidence. It's just the way the world works, with no regard for individuals or for propriety.

I'm just a human
standing in front of other humans
reminding them that we're all human.

People aren't just people, they are people surrounded by circumstances.

THERE ARE NO OTHER PEOPLE, WE ARE THE OTHER PEOPLE

People don't have ideas. Ideas have people.

Well people are just one species too, aren't they. And it's never stopped them fighting with each other; all the same species and think of all the excuses for war they've used! It hasn't had to be about space to live in, it's been about power, prestige, influence, fame, resources and I don't know what else!

To summarize the summary of the summary: people are a problem.