When we assist Him in His mission of saving souls, we too will be rescued in the process.

There is still that singular perfection, and it's perfect in part because it seemed, at the time, so clearly to promise more.

The average TV commercial of sixty seconds has one hundred and twenty half-second clips in it, or one-third of a second. We bombard people with sensation. That substitutes for thinking.

Like one of those fake-smart, middlebrow TV shows, the speciousness of The Social Network is disguised by topicality. It's really a movie excusing Hollywood ruthlessness.

What does it mean, exactly, for a given system to be a "neural correlate of consciousness"?

In today's rush we all think too much, seek too much, want too much and forget about the joy of just Being.

Nothing we use or hear or touch can be expressed in words that equal what is given by the senses.

The bar exam's a mother. I mean, for me it was. I failed it the first two times, but I guess it's like losing your virginity, third time's the charm.

The right to have access to every building in the city by private motorcar in an age when everyone possesses such a vehicle is actually the right to destroy the city.

Uncle Jeb," we croaked in surprise. "You found us." "Well, now," he said, and his gruff voice brought back a hundred memories. "Well, now, here's a pickle.

I've tried them all, I really have, and the only church that truly feeds the soul, day in, day out, is the Church of Baseball.