You can’t afford anthropomorphic biases when some of the aliens most like us would rather make human hamburgers than peace.

Damn real live people, getting in the way of peaceful ideals.

Trust your weapon, it is almost certainly smarter than you are. Remember this and you may yet live.

What is it like when you lose someone you love?" Jane asked."You die, too. And you wait around for your body to catch up.

Part of what makes us human is what we mean to other people, and what people mean to us. I miss meaning something to someone, having that part of being human.

I'm going to go pee. If the universe is bigger and stranger than I can imagine, it's best to meet it with an empty bladder.

The universe isn't going to be conquered by legions of geriatrics. No offense.

The universe is a big place. Maybe we're not in the best neighborhood.

Relations were never good (how comfortable can you really be with a race that sees you as a nutritious part of a complete breakfast).

What we don't know can't hurt us.

Colonization is the key to our race’s survival. It’s as simple as that. We must colonize or be closed off and contained by other races.

They loved the sound of their own voices. No decision would be reached anytime soon.

We have something that is unique. We have our craft. We have our art. We have our desire.

I don't like going to the studio. It just seems too cold. There's no crowd to react to, or share anything with; it's just talking into a microphone that's going into a computer.

I was tormented with guilt for years and years. In fact, it was so bad that if I didn't feel wrong, I didn't feel right!

Television, cable, features are always out there.

Today it was win or lose. But my victory yesterday and the downhill globe boosted my confidence. My record in Cortina was also a liberation.

When in doubt, ingest carbs.

I don't like the kind of writer who's out to change the world and beat up on people for their own good. Stalin did that and Hitler did that, and to hell with them.

There's a cool web of language winds us in, Retreat from too much joy or too much fear: We grow sea-green at last and coldly die In brininess and volubility.

Old age is ready to undertake tasks that youth shirked because they would take too long.