Stark said wearily, I don't think you understand. Normally he was tolerant of tribal fancies, but he felt no great tenderness for the Outdwellers. The stars are already defiled. They're only suns, like that one over your head. They have worlds around them, like this one under your feet. People live on those worlds, people who never heard of Outdwellers or their footling goddess. And the starships fly between them. It's all going on out there, this second as you stand here, and nothing you can do will stop it.

Chapter 15 (pp. 126-127) - The Ginger Star (1974)