When I began writing science fiction in the middle 60s, it seemed very easy to find ideas that took decades to percolate into the cultural consciousness; now the lead time seems more like eighteen months.

The dilemma felt by science fiction writers will be perceived in other creative endeavors.

Within thirty years, we will have the technological means to create superhuman intelligence. Shortly after, the human era will be ended.

All evil and good is petty before Nature. Personally, we take comfort from this, that there is a universe to admire that cannot be twisted to villainy or good, but which simply is.

The physical extinction of the human race is one possibility.

Effective translation of natural languages comes awfully close to requiring a sentient translator program.

Intelligence is the handmaiden of flexibility and change.