He did not know that the Old One was his father, for such a relationship was utterly beyond his understanding, but as he looked at the emaciated body he felt a dim disquiet that was the ancestor of sadness.
I'm sure the universe is full of intelligent life. It's just been too intelligent to come here.
Our lifetime may be the last that will be lived out in a technological society.
Sometimes I think we're alone in the universe, and sometimes I think we're not. In either case the idea is quite staggering.
I have a fantasy where Ted Turner is elected President but refuses because he doesn't want to give up power.
It has yet to be proven that intelligence has any survival value.