Quotes About Progress

Life goes on. The rules were this: you might sit for a time on the sidelines feeling overwhelmed and paralysed by it all. But sooner or later you picked yourself up and got on with it, or you were left behind.

Science fiction is becoming more of a diverse kind of genre.

The greatest virtue consists in flourishing to the greatest of our capacities.

I have no idea what the future looks like but I can still dive in and I intend to keep doing it.

There is no upside to downward financial mobility,

I am sorry you have to live in the time of terraforming, and not in the spring that follows.

Suffrage didn't mean equal opportunity.

I want to leave a better timeline behind, not just an open timeline but one where people who are not men can control the means of reproduction.

Back then, she was certain she could change the world just by making commits to a text file repository,

Humanity's story must be one of constant change because that is one way to transmute hope.

Humanity's story must be one of constant change because that is one way to transmute pain into hope.

Humanity's story must be one of constant change because that is the way to transmute pain into hope.

I've read about bots who were built autonomous. But I didn't realize you were …" "Out in the world, being autonomous?" Med laughed. "Yeah." Jack laughed with her. "Robotics isn't really my area. I'm more on the genomics end of things." "Me too," the bot replied.

Then, they took things to the next level: They founded an anonymized text repo together,

I once watched in awe as a New York City tenant lawyer exclaimed, "Good!" when she was shown statistics about declining white male incomes.

Watching them, Jack had to admit that the Free Lab did resemble the ideal research space she and Krish had dreamed about back in the days of The Bilious Pills. Everything they produced was open and unpatented. All their schematics and research papers were on the public net. Almost anyone, even nonstudents, could use the Free Lab equipment if they had an interesting idea.

Were a new Dante to come among us, he could write a new Inferno after visiting one of these railway stations.

The speed with which this transformation took place was, in retrospect, nothing short of astonishing. In the Soviet Union itself, the evolution of a totalitarian state had taken two decades, and it had proceeded in fits and starts. The Bolsheviks did not begin with a blueprint.

Anything can be unlearned — even in the most settled civilizations.

disappeared beneath Soviet avenues of cracked concrete; how variety – medieval stone foundations, baroque seminarium doors, classical columns, Prussian red brick walls, and delicate shop windows – had vanished behind spectacular monotony; how churches and pastry shops, farmers' markets, tobacconists, a university and schools and law courts gave way to numbered apartment blocks.

I wasn't afraid to fail. Something good always comes out of failure.

every living thing struggles to emerge from its cocoon or shell in order to be what it was meant to be.

Even John Wolfgard was coming over to help, and the Wolves hadn't done anything about moving into their own place except pee on the house.

A woman with an education may be able to spend more time sitting in a chair instead of lying on her back. A sound advantage, I should think.