Arthur C. Clarke: Trending quotes (page 4)

“But please remember: this is only a work of fiction. The truth, as always, will be far stranger.”

“The thing’s hollow—it goes on forever—and—oh my God!”

“I don't believe in God but I'm very interested in her.”

“Then he [The Star Child] waited, marshaling his thoughts and brooding over his still untested powers. For though he was master of the world, he was not quite sure what to do next. But he would think of something.”

“Open the pod bay doors, Hal.”

“Humor was the enemy of desire.”

“… the newspapers of Utopia, he had long ago decided, would be terribly dull.”

“The best measure of a man's honesty isn't his income tax return. It's the zero adjust on his bathroom scale.”

“Utopia was here at last: its novelty had not yet been assailed by the supreme enemy of all Utopias—boredom.”

“The creation of wealth is certainly not to be despised, but in the long run the only human activities really worthwhile are the search for knowledge, and the creation of beauty. This is beyond argument, the only point of debate is which comes first.”

“If such a thing had happened once, it must surely have happened many times in this galaxy of a hundred billion suns.”

“Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out.”

“But he knew well enough that any man in the right circumstances could be dehumanised by panic.”

“["The Devil in the Dark"] impressed me because it presented the idea, unusual in science fiction thennow, that something weird, and even dangerous, need not be malevolent. That is a lesson that many of today's politicians have yet to learn.”

“The time was fast approaching when Earth, like all mothers, must say farewell to her children.”

“When in doubt, say nothing and move on.”

“Excessive interest in pathological behavior was itself pathological”

“Now I can rejoice that I knew you, rather than mourn because I lost you.”

“When you are next out of doors on a summer night, turn your head towards the zenith. Almost vertically above you will be shining the brightest star of the northern skies — Vega of the Lyre, twenty-six years away at the speed of light, near enough to the point of no return for us short-lived creatures. Past this blue-white beacon, fifty times as brilliant as our sun, we may send our minds and bodies, but never our hearts.
For no man will ever turn homewards beyond Vega, to greet again those he knew and loved on Earth.”