I want to be remembered most as a writer - one who entertained readers, and, hopefully, stretched their imagination as well.

Look, whispered Chuck, and George lifted his eyes to heaven. (There is always a last time for everything.) Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out.

Any technology distinguishable from magic is insufficiently advanced.

If we have learned one thing from the history of invention and discovery, it is that, in the long run-and often in the short one-the most daring prophecies seem laughably conservative.

When one has to ask, "Am I really in love?" the answer is always "No".

Even if we never reach the stars by our own efforts, in the millions of years that lie ahead it is almost certain that the stars will come to us. Isolationism is neither a practical policy on the national or cosmic scale. And when the first contact with the outer universe is made, one would like to think that Mankind played an active and not merely a passive role-that we were the discoverers, not the discovered.

Getting information from the internet is like getting a glass of water from the Niagara Falls.