Somewhere in me is a curiosity sensor. I want to know what's over the next hill. You know, people can live longer without food than without information. Without information, you'd go crazy.

When the Sun shrinks to a dull red dwarf, it will not be dying. It will just be starting to live and everything that has gone before will merely be a prelude to its real history.

Science fiction seldom attempts to predict the future. More often than not, it tries to prevent the future.

The more wonderful the means of communication, the more trivial, tawdry, or depressing its contents seemed to be.

Somewhere in me is a curiosity sensor. I want to know what's over the next hill. You know, people can live longer without food than without information. Without information, you'd go crazy.

Only feeble minds are paralyzed by facts.

But please remember: this is only a work of fiction. The truth, as always, will be far stranger.