The notion that not only the biopolymer but the operating program of a living cell could be arrived at by chance in a primordial organic soup here on the Earth is evidently nonsense of a high order.

Space isn't remote at all. It's only an hour's drive away if your car could go straight upwards.

A common sense interpretation of the facts suggests that a superintellect has monkeyed with physics.

It is the true nature of mankind to learn from mistakes, not from example.

Once a photograph of the Earth, taken from outside, is available, once the sheer isolation of the Earth becomes known, a new idea as powerful as any in history will be let loose.

In short there is not a shred of objective evidence to support the hypothesis that life began in an organic soup here on the Earth.

There is a coherent plan to the universe, though I don't know what it's a plan for.

I have always thought it curious that, while most scientists claim to eschew religion, it actually dominates their thoughts more than it does the clergy.

Once I had learnt my twelve times table (at the age of three) it was downhill all the way.

The man who voyages strange seas must of necessity be a little unsure of himself. It is the man with the flashy air of knowing everything, who is always with it, that we should beware of.

Things are the way they are because they were the way they were.

Dare to outlearn your best performance.

The centuries are sprinkled with rare magicwith divine creatureswho help us get past the common and extraordinary ills that beset us

We're all Hitler inside. We're all Christ inside. I'm not keen on the idea, but it's true, isn't it? We've all got a little bit of the devil in us.

There was a little element of feeling like a cow.

The hardest part is developing the idea, and that can take years

They are always saying God loves us. If thats love Id rather have a bit of kindness.

I would never make an artwork that I wouldn't want to make forever. Wouldn't you want to make Trash Humpers [Korine's 2009 film] forever?

you just can't wait to get out of your head, can you?" "if you were in here you might want that too.

Good or bad is a matter of perspective. I met an immortal hunami once, a man called William Shakespeare, who wrote that there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

I'm a thug, but I swear for three days I cried.