I've been saying for a long time that I'm hoping to find intelligent life in Washington.

We stand now at the turning point between two eras. Behind us is a past to which we can never return...

We always thought the living Earth was a thing of beauty. It isn’t. Life has had to learn to defend itself against the planet’s random geological savagery.

As his body became more and more defenseless, so his means of offense became steadily more frightful.

Excessive interest in pathological behavior was itself pathological

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

The piece of equipment I'm most found off is my telescope. The other night I had a superb view of the moon.