Eternal love is a myth, but we make our myths, and we love them to death.

Scientists have discovered that the small, brave act of cooperating with another person, of choosing trust over cynicism, generosity over selfishness, makes the brain light up with quiet joy.

I may not believe in life after death, but what a gift it is to be alive now.

The beauty of the natural world lies in the details.

We are made of stardust; why not take a few moments to look up at the family album?

The surest and most insidious enemy of freedom is not dictatorship, but complacency.

I'm an Atheist. I don't believe in God, Gods, Godlets or any sort of higher power beyond the universe itself, which seems quite high and powerful enough to me.

Surveys show that surveys never lie.

scientists ... resist ... making more of the data than the data make of themselves.

Who needs a handgun when you've got a semiautomatic?

Perhaps eggs are like neurons, which also are not replenished in adulthood: they know too much. Eggs must plan the party. Sperm need only to show up- wearing top hat and tails, of course.

I'm sure that I know that, it's behind one of all doors.

Your art kind of changes as you get older, by nature of the fact that you're hopefully gaining wisdom and you're starting to watch things with a better overview.

We can never flee the misery that is within us.

When you're working with friends, I think there's a certain sensibility that you share, and it's easy to coordinate your ideas and work together to bring them in a cohesive way.

All things being equal, I think people would still prefer to do business with their hometown companies. That's true in America, that's true in China, that's true in Germany.

The corals do not look much worn, but still appear to have been dead. There are some delicate shells of molluscs from depths beyond 500 fathoms, where they were certainly living.

How useful are documentary photographs if there is no follow up, no way of knowing what happened next in the story?

I started recording the album four years ago. It was very different then - totally rock and roll.

For tolls too briefly the sounds of mercy... In fear we ponder the use of thunder for peace