
Aliens Cause Global Warming (2003)
Sid Lowe, 'There is consensus as long as I agree' http://www.guardian.co.uk/football/2006/feb/20/europeanfootball.sport.
Aliens Cause Global Warming (2003)
Source: The Bhagavadgītā (1973), p. 18. (12. The composition of the Bhagavadgītā)
“It was perfectly consensual. When I was the 14, I was the predator”
September 2015 podcast with Joe Rogan, per February 2017 article from New York Daily News http://www.nydailynews.com/news/national/video-shows-milo-yiannopoulos-speaking-fondly-pedophilia-article-1.2977071
2015
“Ultimately a genuine leader is not a searcher for consensus, but a molder of consensus.”
"Remaining Awake Through a Great Revolution" https://web.archive.org/web/20060314095859/http://www.stanford.edu/group/King/publications/sermons/680331.000_Remaining_Awake.html, an address at the Episcopal National Cathedral, Washington D.C. (31 March 1968)
1960s
"Where Desert Spirits Crowd the Night", p. 254
The Ivory and the Horn (1996)
“I have very little regard for consensus if it blinds you to the truth.”
Interview in The Guardian (2007)
Chen Ming-tong (2018) cited in " MAC head brushes off '1992 consensus' http://focustaiwan.tw/news/aipl/201805250028.aspx" on Focus Taiwan, 25 May 2018.
(15 June 2007)
Unfit for Mass Consumption (blog entries), 2007
Context: Art is not science. Even when art is about science, it is still art. There cannot be consensus, in the sense that science strives for meaningful consensus. And unlike science, art is not progressive. Personally, I have my doubts that science can be said to be genuinely progressive, but I'm pretty dammed certain that art is not. Which is not to say that it is not accumulative or accretionary. But the belief that sf writers are out there forecasting the future, that they have some social responsibility to do so, that's malarky, if you ask me. Writers of sf can only, at best, make educated guesses, and usually those guesses are wrong, and clumping together to form a consensus does not in any way insure against history unfolding in one of those other, unpredicted directions. People love to pick out the occasional instances where Jules Verne and William Gibson got it right; they rarely ever point fingers at their miscalls.