We should totally ask him what he thinks!” Caitlin said.

Not darkness, for that implies an understanding of light. Not silence, for that suggests a familiarity with sound. Not loneliness, for that requires knowledge of others. But still, faintly, so tenuous that if it were any less it wouldn’t exist at all: awareness. Nothing more than that. Just awareness—a vague, ethereal sense of being. Being...

If theft is advantageous to everyone who succeeds at it, and adultery is a good strategy, at least for males, for increasing presence in the gene pool, why do we feel they are wrong? Shouldn’t the only morality that evolution produces be the kind Bill Clinton had – being sorry you got caught?

I get tired of hearing some science-fiction fans saying that characterization isn’t important in SF. In point of fact, I think it’s probably more important in SF than in mainstream fiction. After all, if the author can’t characterize humans well, he or she probably can’t characterize aliens well either.

Naturally, one does not normally discuss plans to commit murder with the intended victim.

Secrecy was the problem; transparency the obvious cure.

There is no indisputable proof for the big bang,” said Hollus. “And there is none for evolution. And yet you accept those. Why hold the question of whether there is a creator to a higher standard?

Learning to ignore things is one of the great paths to inner peace.

It is either coincidence piled on top of coincidence,” said Hollus, “or it is deliberate design.

Now, we can get the vector basis of the total combined Webmind alpha-state consciousness…

That natural selection can produce changes within a type is disputed by no one, not even the staunchest creationist. But that it can transform one species into another — that, in fact, has never been observed.

I am part of a minority that is deeply misunderstood. People have very confused ideas about us. Many are frightened of us. I’ve even heard it said that many people wouldn’t want their daughters or sons to marry one of us, and I know of people who have been denied jobs or promotions because they...

so I bought it.

Es nuestra concepción de la muerte lo que determina nuestras respuestas a todas las preguntas que la vida nos plantea.

Gone. and it was completely. Everyone I’d every known, every place I’d ever been. My Mother. My father. Rebecca. Out of site. Out of mind.

La apreciaba por lo que era, no por lo que parecía.

Big cats, too. They’re faster, tougher, and brighter than anything that existed seventy million years ago. Everything is always ramping up, always escalating.

The sky above the island was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel—which is to say it was a bright, cheery blue.