Gregory Benford Quotes

So he looks like a potential Mr. Right?" "No, just Mr. Right Now.

I started out with nothing and still have most of it left.

Ummm," Alicia said, trying to be polite. "Still sounds like we're just making this up as we go along." "We are." Max grinned. "Invent, then check. It's really the only way to make progress.

Nobody out here was going to find an alternative here to Earth’s tiresome clash of selfish individualisms and stifling collectivisms.

The past was a jigsaw puzzle and you never had all the pieces.

You know, my dear, you're wrong that suffering ennobles people." She'd stopped to massage her hip, wincing. "It simply makes one cross.

I think," Jordin said mildly, "a professional biologist would label that aggressive behavior.

Inside, the place had enough bare concrete and ribbed ducts and stark lighting to be a surrealist theme bar. Very hip but still just another joint where luncheon was lunch for six bucks extra.

Thunder impresses, but it’s lightning does the work.

No matter how much you plan for it, the real thing seems curiously, well, unreal.

—Y’know, fact that nobody understands you doesn’t mean you’re some kinda genius.

Professors everywhere deplored examinations as an archaic technique, a fossil that recalled little red schoolhouses and memorizing the capitals of all the states. Regular progress and daily diligence mattered more, they felt, not an hour spent compressing months of learning onto a few sheets of paper. Far better to stress homework, classroom participation and the professor’s judgment. Regrettably, the large size of classes, and the requirements of society itself for pseudo-objective standards kept the exam structure firmly in place.

She stood up. “Professional? Ha! My father used to say, you have to be able to tell a tracheotomist from a cutthroat. Well, I can.”

Ours is not to reason why, ours is to measure and report—the experimenter’s credo.

He went to Los Angeles to do the work even though he hated the city; it was full of happy homogeneous people without structure or direction. While on the bus to work, it seemed to him Los Angeles went on long after it had already made its point.