The universe must be full of voices, calling from star to star in a myriad tongues. One day we shall join that cosmic conversation.

Training was one thing, reality another.

Perhaps no other year before or since 1984 has been awaited with such eager anticipation.

Sometimes I think we're alone in the universe, and sometimes I think we're not. In either case the idea is quite staggering.

I don't believe in astrology; I'm a Sagittarius and we're skeptical.

If man survives for as long as the least successful of the dinosaurs-those creatures whom we often deride as nature's failures-then we may be certain of this: for all but a vanishingly brief instant near the dawn of history, the word 'ship' will mean- 'spaceship.'

The only way to define your limits is by going beyond them.