In this universe the night was falling; the shadows were lengthening towards an east that would not know another dawn. But elsewhere the stars were still young and the light of morning lingered; and along the path he once had followed, Man would one day go again.

How inappropriate to call this planet Earth when it is quite clearly Ocean.

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

If I didn't exist, I would have invented myself.

Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out.

In fact, one of the arguments for searching for intelligent life in space, elsewhere, is that we have no evidence that intelligence has any survival value. The most successful creatures on this planet are the cockroaches. They've been around, what is it, 100 million years or so and I suspect they'll still be there 100 million years in the future. Maybe intelligence is an evolutionary aberration which dooms its possessors in the way armor may have doomed some of the dinosaurs.

Science is the only religion of mankind.