„His task as a science-fiction writer was to imagine problems, to prick thumbs. But it was also to offer hope. He had foreseen mobile telecoms, iPods, wall-to-wall TV, talking trains and pedestrians arrested for walking the streets at night, but none of it was meant to spread unhappiness. He loved that fragile, rare, extraordinary thing called life, and wanted man to keep blowing on the coals of the universal wilderness and mystery that surrounded him.“

Aus dem Economist. Natürlich.