Whenever you hear the consensus of scientists agrees on something or other, reach for your wallet, because you're being had.

If true computer music were ever written, it would only be listened to by other computers.

You think you can destroy the planet? What intoxicating vanity. . . . . We've been residents here for the blink of an eye. If we're gone tomorrow, the earth will not miss us.

In other centuries, human beings wanted to be saved, or improved, or freed, or educated. But in our century, they want to be entertained. The great fear is not of disease or death, but of boredom. A sense of time on our hands, a sense of nothing to do. A sense that we are not amused.

The rock, for its part, is not even aware of our existence because we are alive for only a brief instant of its lifespan. To it, we are like flashes in the dark.

God creates dinosaurs, God kills dinosaurs, God creates man, man kills God, man brings back dinosaurs.

They are focused on whether they can do something. They never think whether they should do something.