I would take even money that England will not exist in the year 2000.

To err is human, but to really foul things up you need a computer.

By 1985 enough millions will have died to reduce the earth's population to some acceptable level, like 1.5 billion people.

The mother of the year should be a sterilized woman with two adopted children

In ten years [i.e., 1980] all important animal life in the sea will be extinct. Large areas of coastline will have to be evacuated because of the stench of dead fish.

There are substitutes for oil; there is no substitute for fresh water.

In pushing other species to extinction, humanity is busy sawing off the limb on which it perches.

Anyone who opposes methods to control the birth rate, is automatically voting in favour having the death rate go up.

Actually, the problem in the world is that there are too many rich people.

People have to decide, first of all, how they'd like to live, and how secure they want to be from disaster. After that, scientists can help determine what would be necessary to achieve that.

I see harm reduction as a way of engaging people as part of that path to recovery.

When you kill time, remember that it has no resurrection.

I think one of the reasons why people tend to fake an entire relationship is maybe they are just afraid of being alone or are lonely right now!

The happiness of most people is not ruined by great catastrophes or fatal errors, but by the repetition of slowly destructive little things.

I think what's dangerous is the idea that someone can wash away your sins.

We can get so wrapped up in our own misconceptions that we miss the simple beauty of the truth.

I wish the women's rights folks would be more sensible. I think women have a great deal to learn, before they are fit to vote.

We should always measure a government's environmental rhetoric against its environmental record

Never pose your subjects. Let them move about naturally... All great photographs today are snapshots.

The line between confidence and arrogance is very fine, Josh,” Flamel said quietly. “And the line between arrogance and stupidity even finer. Sophie,” he added, without looking at her.

Perfection bores me, in art, in music; most of all, in people. Luckily, perfection is rare.