A little globe of pulsing color grew in rhythmic spurts and burst in midair into formless gouts that swirled high and came down as curving streamers … - Isaac Asimov

Ahora era precisamente aquel mundo frío, gris y miserable que le había parecido en un principio, pero su gente estaba llena de calor y vida. Era gente real, sólida. Solaria, Aurora, los otros mundos espaciales que había visitado o contemplado en hipervisión, parecían llenos de gente insustancial, «gaseosa». Esa era la palabra. «Gaseosos.»

I received the fundamentals of my education in school, but that was not enough. My real education, the superstructure, the details, the true architecture, I got out of the public library. For an impoverished child whose family could not afford to buy books, the library was the open door to wonder and achievement, and I can never be sufficiently grateful that I had the wit to charge through that door and make the most of it. Now, when I read constantly about the way in which library funds are being cut and cut, I can only think that the door is closing and that American society has found one more way to destroy itself.

I believe that only scientists can understand the universe. It is not so much that I have confidence in scientists being right, but that I have so much in nonscientists being wrong.