"They didn't understand what they were doing. I'm afraid that will be the tombstone of the human race. I hope it's not. We might get lucky." — Michael Crichton, Prey (2002)

Crichton now occupies a place in my "Hall of Friends I Never Met" — a private pantheon reserved not for idols but for those whose thoughts and visions have, in some essential way, shaped my own. — Juscheld
"Science has attained so much power that its practical limits begin to be apparent. Largely through science, billions of us live in one small world, densely packed and intercommunicating. But science cannot help us decide what to do with that world, or how to live. Science can make a nuclear reactor, but it cannot tell us not to build it. Science can make pesticide, but it cannot tell us not to use it. And our world starts to seem polluted in fundamental ways — air, water, and land — because of ungovernable science." — Michael Crichton



"Seven billion people on our planet are now sentenced to death; their crime? Being human. Being alive. This insanity is a kind of anesthetic, a kind of morphine that provides a feeling of relief when multitudes are at the threshold of utter disaster. It is the old Stockholm syndrome — joyful insanity — that turns people into evil automatons, making them dance to the beat of death." — Juscheld