Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.
The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.
Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
Your driving is unpleasant, but it isn’t technically unsafe.
Before you become too entranced with gorgeous gadgets and mesmerizing video displays, let me remind you that information is not knowledge, knowledge is not wisdom, and wisdom is not foresight. Each grows out of the other, and we need them all.
Magic is just science that we don’t understand yet.
It may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God but to create him.
It has yet to be proven that intelligence has any survival value.
When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right. When he states that something is impossible, he is very probably wrong.
But please remember: this is only a work of fiction. The truth, as always, will be far stranger.
There is no reason to assume that the universe has the slightest interest in intelligence – or even in life. Both may be random accidental by-products of its operations like the beautiful patterns on a butterfly’s wings. The insect would fly just as well without them.
And because, in all the Galaxy, they had found nothing more precious than Mind, they encouraged its dawning everywhere. They became farmers in the fields of stars; they sowed, and sometimes they reaped. And sometimes, dispassionately, they had to weed.
If man can live in Manhattan, he can live anywhere.
CNN is one of the participants in the war. I have a fantasy where Ted Turner is elected president but refuses because he doesn’t want to give up power.
Now I can rejoice that I knew you, rather than mourn because I lost you.