About Arthur C. Clarke: Sri Lankabhimanya Sir Arthur Charles Clarke was a British - Sri Lankan science fiction writer, science writer and futurist, inventor, undersea explorer, and television series host.
Magic's just science that we don't understand yet.
1. When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right. When he states that something is impossible, he is very probably wrong. 2. The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to ven...
One of the greatest tragedies in mankind's entire history may be that morality was hijacked by religion.
The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.
If man can live in Manhattan, he can live anywhere.
There's no real objection to escapism, in the right places... We all want to escape occasionally. But science fiction is often very far from escapism, in fact you might say that science fiction is escape into reality... It's a fiction which does conc...
The rash assertion that "God made man in His own image" is ticking like a time bomb at the foundation of many faiths.
In accordance with the terms of the Clarke-Asimov treaty, the second-best science writer dedicates this book to the second-best science-fiction writer. [dedication to Isaac Asimov from Arthur C. Clarke in his book Report on Planet Three]
How inappropriate to call this planet "Earth," when it is clearly "Ocean.
In this universe the night was falling; the shadows were lengthening towards an east that would not know another dawn. But elsewhere the stars were still young and the light of morning lingered; and along the path he once had followed, Man would one ...
And so Discovery drove on toward Saturn, as often as not pulsating with the cool music of the harpsichord, the frozen thoughts of a brain that had been dust for twice a hundred years.
..the happy hum of humanity.
There is no reason to assume that the universe has the slightest interest in intelligence—or even in life. Both may be random accidental by-products of its operations like the beautiful patterns on a butterfly's wings. The insect would fly just as ...
Please leave me alone; let me go on to the stars.
Before you become too entranced with gorgeous gadgets and mesmerizing video displays, let me remind you that information is not knowledge, knowledge is not wisdom, and wisdom is not foresight. Each grows out of the other, and we need them all.
I have a fantasy where Ted Turner is elected President but refuses because he doesn't want to give up power.
