SETI is probably the most important quest of our time, and it amazes me that governments and corporations are not supporting it sufficiently.
Guns are the crutches of the impotent.
You don’t believe in organized religion, yet a major theme in so many of your works seems to be a quest for God.
Why, Robert Singh often wondered, did we give our hearts to friends whose life spans are so much shorter than our own?
Moses Kaldor had always loved mountains; they made him feel nearer to the God whose nonexistence he still sometimes resented.
Even by the twenty-second century, no way had yet been discovered of keeping elderly and conservative scientists from occupying crucial administrative positions. Indeed, it was doubted if the problem ever would be solved.
Sometimes a decision has to be made by a single individual, who has the authority to enforce it. That’s why you need a captain. You can’t run a ship by a committee-at least not all the time.
The space elevator will be built about 50 years after everyone stops laughing.
Any path to knowledge is a path to God-or Reality, whichever word one prefers to use.
People go through four stages before any revolutionary development: 1. It’s nonsense, don’t waste my time. 2. It’s interesting, but not important. 3. I always said it was a good idea. 4. I thought of it first.
Good morning, Dr. Chandra. This is Hal. I am ready for my first lesson.
Open the pod bay doors, Hal.
I am an optimist. Anyone interested in the future has to be otherwise he would simply shoot himself.
Almost any seat was comfortable at one-sixth of a gravity.
He found it both sad and fascinating that only through an artificial universe of video images could she establish contact with the real world.
If such a thing had happened once, it must surely have happened many times in this galaxy of a hundred billion suns.
The rash assertion that “God made man in His own image” is ticking like a time bomb at the foundation of many faiths.
The time was fast approaching when Earth, like all mothers, must say farewell to her children.
Utopia was here at last: its novelty had not yet been assailed by the supreme enemy of a ll Utopias – boredom.
There were some things that only time could cure. Evil men could be destroyed, but nothing could be done with good men who were deluded.