“…the fact that Hal’s builders had failed fully to understand the psychology of their own creation showed how difficult it might be to establish communication with truly alien beings.”

To Hal, this was the equivalent of Death. For he had never slept, and therefore he did not know that one could wake again…

We change the world through our art by way of concession that within each of us is a world model, conscious, self-perceiving, malleable yet significant.

The eternal hunger that comes with endurance training is similar to the lore around vampiric hunger. I eat and I eat—sometimes I even feel engorged—yet I can’t shake the hunger. It’s as though the nutrition can’t reach my cells fast enough.

Il faut être absolument moderne.

Black hole sun, won’t you come?