Quotes from Frederick Pohl

He described stars as thin as air, immense clouds of glowing gas; told us about the prestars of the Orion Nebula, just now blossoming into loose knots of warm gas that might in a million years be suns.

The only thing that went wrong was the human race itself.

If one does all these things to a human being, what is left is no longer precisely a human being. It is a man plus large elements of hardware. The man has become a cybernetic organism: a cyborg.

It was a dimly glowing mass of pale-blue light, mottled, immense, and terrifying. Even at the first glimpse I knew it was not a sun. No sun can be so blue and so dim. It hurt the eyes to look at it, not because of its brightness. It hurt inside the eyes, up far into the optic track; the pain was in the brain itself.

Slaves dream of freedom, commoners dream of becoming kings, what do kings dream of?