Look at the pattern this seashell makes. The dappled whorl, curving inward to infinity. That's the shape of the universe itself. There's constant pressure, pushing towards pattern. A tendency in matter to evolve into ever more complex forms. It's a… — Kim Stanley Robinson Copy Share Image
I think the US is in a terrible state of denial. Worse than that, we seem to be caught in a kind of Gotterdammerung response: we'd rather have the world go down in flames than change our lifestyle or admit… — Kim Stanley Robinson Copy Share Image
The minimum that most minimalists want leaves in place just the institutions who protect their interests. That's libertarians for you - anarchists who want… — Kim Stanley Robinson Copy Share Image
“You can’t make love to your fame. Even though some people try.” — Kim Stanley Robinson Copy Share Image
“No one cares about books, that’s why you can write anything you want in them.” — Kim Stanley Robinson Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I think it's only post-scarcity that evil exists. Before that, it could always be put down to want or fear. It was possible… — Kim Stanley Robinson Copy Share Image
Science fiction rarely is about scientists doing real science, in its slowness, its vagueness, the sort of tedious quality of getting out there and… — Kim Stanley Robinson Copy Share Image
Anyway that's a large part of what economics is - people arbitrarily, or as a matter of taste, assigning numerical values to non-numerical things.… — Kim Stanley Robinson Copy Share Image
“The Earth is bathed in a flood of sunlight. A fierce inundation of photons—on average, 342 joules per second per square meter. 4185 joules… — Kim Stanley Robinson Copy Share Image
“And so sometimes when you feel strange, when a pang tugs at your heart or it seems like the moment has already happened- or… — Kim Stanley Robinson Copy Share Image
“...what has mattered are the moments of exposure to every life, when habit is no longer enough, and choices have to be made. That's… — Kim Stanley Robinson Copy Share Image
“There remained a main melody, or a path through a maze—a maze that was like the delta of the Po. He seemed to look… — Kim Stanley Robinson Copy Share Image
