2001 was written in an age which now lies beyond one of the great divides in human history; we are sundered from it forever by the moment when Neil A… - Arthur C. Clarke

Great art and domestic bliss are mutually incompatible. Sooner or later, you'll have to make your choice.

Whether we are based on carbon or on silicon makes no fundamental difference; we should each be treated with appropriate respect.

And in its sky was such a sun as no opium eater could ever have imagined in his wildest dreams. Too hot to be white, it was a searing ghost at the frontiers of the ultraviolet, burning its planets with radiations which would be instantly lethal to all earthly forms of life. For millions of kilometers around extended great veils of gas and dust, fluorescing in countless colors as the blasts of ultraviolet tore through them. It was a star against which Earth’s pale sun would have been as feeble as a glowworm at noon.