“… It was dark. There were no dead stars, no rogue planets. Matter itself had long evaporated, burned up by proton decay, leaving nothing but a thin smoke of neutrinos drifting out at lightspeed. But even now there was something… — Stephen Baxter Copy Share Image
We seem to be young, in a very old Galaxy. We're like kids tiptoeing through a ruined mansion. — Stephen Baxter Copy Share Image
“Look, whatever hayseed laws you pass in Who-Knows-What -" "Hell-Knows-Where." "Don't amount to a hill of beans back here, as your type might say.” — Stephen Baxter Copy Share Image
“This is what I have learned, Malenfant. This is how it is, how it was, how it came to be.” — Stephen Baxter Copy Share Image
“I have a vision of a Galaxy overrun by mankind from Core to rim. Of four hundred billion stars each enslaved to the rhythm… — Stephen Baxter Copy Share Image
A citizen of the Roman Empire, for example, would have placed less value on individual liberty in the modern Western sense than on collective… — Stephen Baxter Copy Share Image
“Every door I pass is one way. So I may as well look around, and see what there is beyond the next door, and… — Stephen Baxter Copy Share Image
Imagine God inside your computer, your phone, everyone else's computer. Imagine someone who almost is the Black Corporation, with all its power and riches… — Stephen Baxter Copy Share Image
“We are all creatures of logic, at root. Of little switches turning on and off in our heads, metaphorically speaking.” — Stephen Baxter Copy Share Image
“...the story of colonial-era America, rerun across an infinite frontier...All of which was fine, until the day you needed root-canal dentistry. Or your e-book… — Stephen Baxter Copy Share Image
“Colonists of, ah, Per Ardua, meet your autonomous colonisation unit!” — Stephen Baxter Copy Share Image
