Quotes About Society

the world has become a reality TV show.

I reject monogamy as an affront to evolution.

Mother Earth had become a man's world...the male ego had spent two millennia running unchecked by its female counterpart.

The Masons are not a secret society... they are a society with secrets

You know what you learn when you study the legal system? Poor people pass down damage the way rich people pass down an inheritance.

I can't tolerate cell phones," I say. "For health reasons." "Yech," he grunts. "Those things ruined the country. I don't know how, but they convinced the people that they should spend their whole lives inside a screen the size of a playing card. I'd take a jail cell over that bullshit any time.

baseball freely admits that the sport--like civilized society--is crawling with bums.

Barbarians, we call them, while all the while we timidly cling to our Web like Visigoths crouching in the ruins of Rome's faded glory and proclaim ourselves civilized.

a society devoted to self-destruction and waste but unwilling to acknowledge its indulgent ways.

But it sold three billion Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â "Look," said Tyrena. "In twentieth-century Old Earth, a fast food chain took dead cow meat, fried it in grease, added carcinogens, wrapped it in petroleum-based foam, and sold nine hundred billion units. Human beings. Go figure.

But he had once told Watson that the "less or fewer" issue, along with the use of "I" in such sentences as "He gave the money to Sheila and I", inflicted on the public by people who considered themselves well-educated, could be drastically reduced in frequency—if not actually abolished—by a few well-aimed pistol shots and an explanatory note that would be pinned to the victims' chests.

Finding a woman like that amidst the herd of half-feeling, half-caring, half-responding, females in our society of 1860's England was not so much like finding a diamond in the rough as it was finding a warm responsive body amidst the cold dead forms on slabs in the Paris morgue that Dickens had so enjoyed taking me to.

In an interstellar society where the Church ruled all but absolutely, news awaited not only independent confirmation but official permission to exist.

You're upsetting a delicate balance of corruption that has existed here for centuries.

Barbarians, we call them, while all the while we timidly cling to our Web like Visigoths crouching in the ruins of Rome's faded glory and proclaim ourselves civilized.

The first Dying Earth sold three billion copies," I said. "Pilgrim's Progress," she said. "Mein Kampf. Once in a century. Maybe less." "But it sold three billion Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â "Look," said Tyrena. "In twentieth-century Old Earth, a fast food chain took dead cow meat, fried it in grease, added carcinogens, wrapped it in petroleum-based foam, and sold nine hundred billion units. Human beings. Go figure.

Tyrena did not laugh again but her smile slashed upward in a twist of green lips. "Martin, Martin, Martin," she said, "the population of literate people has been declining steadily since Gutenberg's day. By the twentieth century, less than two percent of the people in the so-called industrialized democracies read even one book a year. And that was before the smart machines, dataspheres, and user-friendly environments.

IF OUR SOCIETY ever opted for Orwell's Big Brother approach, the instrument of choice for oppression would have to be the credit wake. In a totally noncash economy with only a vestigial barter black market, a person's activities could be tracked in real time by monitoring the credit wake of his or her universal card. There were strict laws protecting card privacy but laws had a bad habit of being ignored or abrogated when societal push came to totalitarian shove.

Evolution brings human beings. Human beings, through a long and painful process, bring humanity." "Empathy," Aenea said softly.

the population of literate people has been declining steadily since Gutenberg's day. By the twentieth century, less than two percent of the people in the so-called industrialized democracies read even one book a year.

The Final Days are here, priest. The prophecies given to us by the Avatar centuries ago are unfolding before our eyes. What you call riots are the first death throes of a society which deserves to die. The Days of Atonement are upon us and the Lord of Pain soon will walk among us.

Evolution brings human beings. Human beings, through a long and painful process, bring humanity." "Empathy," Aenea said softly. Father Glaucus turned his blind eyes in her direction. "Precisely, my dear.

Barbarians, we call them, while all the while we timidly cling to our Web like Visigoths crouching in the ruins of Rome's faded glory and proclaim ourselves civilized. Within

Nothing could be done about it—every human above the lowest Dregs' Hive poverty class had a comlog with biomonitor, many had implants, and each of these was tuned to the music of the datasphere, monitored by elements of the datasphere, dependent upon functions of the datasphere—so humans accepted their lack of privacy.