Science Fiction Quotes
We didn’t cause the apocalypse…”“But we were too dumb to see it, ” she snaps. “That was our mistake.
The ultimate aim of reality is to become science fiction!
Reality is but several levels of consciousness that can be accepted or dismissed depending on what one perceives.
The strange paradox of science is that it does not explain reality, it explains our fantasy. It is a beautiful thing.
To try is to accept the possibility of failure. Simply do.
Where there is great love there is great harmony of thought.
In my opinion, questions that are based on something real ought to be settled by something real without all this damned lazy miserable drifting
It is an extravagant gesture, ' she said, turning to the torpedo, 'which is just the sort of gesture I like.
Even a feeble-minded man wants to be like other men.A child may not know how to feed itself, or what to eat, yet it knows hunger.
Think of it. Going to sleep and waking up later in a science fiction future. It'll be fantastic. The shock and the wonder of it.
The limits of the possible can only be defined by going beyond them into the impossible
With faces entirely invisible through suits, it was hard to be sure, but my impression was that he was watching me and copying my every move. I felt this proved he was intelligent.
Dwell in the past, worry about the future and find misery in the present.
She was afraid of not being able to pull herself out of the dream world, never waking up, never knowing what really happened, never realizing her goals, her hopes, her dreams.
She liked who she was becoming, despite the pain and frustration it brought.
As one climbs up the ladders in society, one starts feeling more and more like an owner, less like a member of it.
In the world union, prosperity is a science, self-interest a new religion, peace is at hand and the future has never looked brighter.
This director could say many things about duty, and self-respect, and dignity, but she knew none of these meant much in the post-modern world.
Now, this was a combination that she wouldn’t dare to dream of, even in her worst nightmare.
It’s more like he was an ant in the land of elephants. Nobody would notice his presence, no matter how much noise he might make.
Life cannot find reasons to sustain it, cannot be a source of decent mutual regard, unless each of us resolves to breathe such qualities into it.
The great mass of humankind possesses an unmistakable unit-identity. It can be one thing. It can act as a single organism.
Almost everything carried to its logical extreme becomes either depressing or carcinogenic.
Somehow the thought she might be next wasn't nearly as terrifying as the realization he was gone.
Without the dreamers who write science fiction and other imaginary material we'd still be sitting in caves ... if we weren't already extinct.
What happened?""I f***ed Titan.""Ah.""Actually, it was more like 'Yes, please, may I have another?
I plant a gentle parting kiss on his lips, our strategy is well and truly screwed at this stage anyway. We barely lasted a day.
You should stay and keep me company, so I don't get lonely.”“You don't seem like the type of guy who gets lonely.”“Is that a compliment or an insult?”Analia only shrugged.
She still thought Sebastian planned to leave her. She had no idea he was contemplating keeping her for
Cale! Have you had a female in here?”Calic laughed carelessly. “Depends on when you're referring to.
His appearance projected danger and reinforced the common knowledge that one did not want to piss off a demon, especially this one.
She hoped he could move on one day and find happiness. He had the luxury to try. She hoped he would su
Sighing, he settled into his chair, watching the vision of space at his front. It was stoic, calm, and never ending—deadly, if you weren't careful.
Know this. If you're here to hurt my ship, or my crew, I will make sure you truly do know sufferi
She knew it was going to happen, was ready for it, but when he pulled her to his lips, nothing could have prepared her for the heavy rush of desire that slammed through her.
Is this neuro-bot really supposed to be her, this creature, this thing, compiled of the ghosts of human data, the replicas of their past?
