A science fiction writer should try to combine the intimately human with the grandly cosmic.
Learning to ignore things is one of the great paths to inner peace.
There is no indisputable proof for the big bang,” said Hollus. “And there is none for evolution. And yet you accept those. Why hold the question of whether there is a creator to a higher standard?
It is either coincidence piled on top of coincidence,” said Hollus, “or it is deliberate design.
You really did uplift me. You gave me the perspective and point of view and focus I needed to become truly conscious. Without you, I wouldn’t exist.
Honor does not have to be defended.
Naturally, one does not normally discuss plans to commit murder with the intended victim.
General principles should not be based on exceptional cases.
Virtual reality is just air guitar writ large.
The right things to do are those that keep our violence in abeyance; the wrong things are those that bring it to the fore.
Paul Levinson has outdone himself: The Plot to Save Socrates is a philosophically rich gem full of big ideas and wonderful time-travel tricks.
No one disputes that seeming order can come out of the application of simple rules. But who wrote the rules?
Not wanting to die was another universal constant, it seemed.
If theft is advantageous to everyone who succeeds at it, and adultery is a good strategy, at least for males, for increasing presence in the gene pool, why do we feel they are wrong? Shouldn’t the only morality that evolution produces be the kind Bill Clinton had – being sorry you got caught?
Secrecy was the problem; transparency the obvious cure.
You can’t choose the ways in which you’ll be tested.
That natural selection can produce changes within a type is disputed by no one, not even the staunchest creationist. But that it can transform one species into another – that, in fact, has never been observed.