Publishers like a good buzz, and negative responses sell books just as well as positive ones.

Much as we might wish to believe otherwise, universal love and the welfare of the species as a whole are concepts which simply do not make evolutionary sense.

Do not indoctrinate your children. Teach them how to think for themselves, how to evaluate evidence, and how to disagree with you.

Faith is belief without evidence and reason; coincidentally that's also the definition of delusion.

Evolution is just a theory? Well, so is gravity and I don't see you jumping out of buildings.

Such delusions of grandeur to think that a God with a hundred billion galaxies on his mind would give a tuppenny damn who you sleep with, or indeed whether you believe in him.

The less you think, the more you believe.

How thoughtful of God to arrange matters so that, wherever you happen to be born, the local religion always turns out to be the true one.

The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.

Science is the poetry of reality.

The theory of evolution by cumulative natural selection is the only theory we know of that is in principle capable of explaining the existence of organized complexity.

We joyfully pray with grateful heart to welcome blessings in New Year.

In fight, by 'knowing what to do next', element of surprise can be overcomed.

Men, being conditioned badly, are always feeling nooses closing around their necks, even dumpy boors no girl would take on a bet.

Man is the being who has built controllers for every stubborn element, but he has not been able to build one for his Ego.

Walk firmly and with joy, without being afraid of stumbling. All your movements are being watched by your allies that will help you when necessary.

You are not here to try to get the world to be just as you want it. You are here to create the world around you that you choose.

What I thought 41 would be at 26 is definitely not what I feel now. I still feel incredibly youthful on the inside, in my brain.

Even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot Where the dogs go on with their doggy life

When you are painting a landscape, assume the painting is real and the landscape is an illusion.

Silent as despairing love, and strong as jealousy.