List of Kim Stanley Robinson Quotes

The Word Of God Came Down To Man As Rain To Soil, And The Result Was Mud, Not Clear Water. (bistami) Pg. 128

The World Operates By Number, By Physical Laws, Expressed Mathematically. If You Know These, You Will Have A Better Grasp Of Things. And Some Possible Job Skills.

There Was Nothing For It But To Pace Through Just Behind Or Ahead Of The Spooling Present That Was Never There, Caught In The Nonexistent Interval Between The Nonexistent Past And The Nonexistent Future.

The Vaunted Experience Of Age Was Perhaps Only A Matter Of Wounds And Scarring -- That Young Minds To Old Minds Might Be As Young Bodies To Old Bodies: Stronger, More Vital, Less Twisted By Damage.

It Was That Sort Of Sleep In Which You Wake Every Hour And Think To Yourself That You Have Not Been Sleeping At All; You Can Remember Dreams That Are Like Reflections, Daytime Thinking Slightly Warped.

And In This Curious State I Had The Realization, At The Moment Of Seeing That Stranger There, That I Was A Person Like Everybody Else. That I Was Known By My Actions And Words, That My Internal Universe Was Unavailable For Inspection By Others. They Didn't Know. They Didn't Know, Because I Never Told Them.

I Grew Up In A Utopia, I Did. California When I Was A Child Was A Child's Paradise, I Was Healthy, Well Fed, Well Clothed, Well Housed. I Went To School And There Were Libraries With All The World In Them And After School I Played In Orange Groves And In Little League And In The Band And Down At The Beach And Every Day Was An Adventure. . . . I Grew Up In Utopia.

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 Kind Of Pattern Gravity, A Holy Greening Power We Call 'viriditas' And It Is The Driving Force In The Cosmos. Life, You See.

All The Repetitions In The Pattern Were Superficial; The Moment Was Always New. It Had To Be Lived, And Then The Next Moment Embraced As It Arrived.

We Dream, We Wake On A Cold Hillside, We Pursue The Dream Again. In The Beginning Was The Dream, And The Work Of Disenchantment Never Ends.

A Sudden Gust: How Big The World Seems In A Wind.

History Is A Wave That Moves Through Time Slightly Faster Than We Do.