All I ask is that we compare human consciousness with spirochete ecology.

We are all of us walking communities of bacteria. The world shimmers, a pointillist landscape made of tiny living beings.

Life on earth is more like a verb. It repairs, maintains, re-creates, and outdoes itself.

All living beings, not just animals, but plants and microorganisms, perceive. To survive, an organic being must perceive - it must seek, or at least recognize, food and avoid environmental danger.

Natural selection eliminates and maybe maintains, but it doesn't create.

Everybody knows what a caterpillar is, and it doesn't look anything like a butterfly.

Life learned early on to recognize itself.

Evolution is no linear family tree, but change in the single multidimensional being that has grown to cover the entire surface of Earth.

I was taught over and over again that the accumulation of random mutations led to evolutionary change - led to new species. I believed it until I looked for evidence.

The fewer species there are and the fewer species we know about, the fewer questions we even know to ask.

People say I am against Darwin. That is ridiculous.

I’m sure I’d remember if we’d met. It doesn’t happen every day to witness perfection on Earth.

In reality, I know I'm not hurt directly by sexism; however, my life is made less because of it, so I started thinking about the fallout from relationships in which people feed off each other.

The movie industry had it better in the '30s and '40s, in terms of gender equality, than it does now, both in payment and in job ratios. It's ludicrous. Are we in the modern world, or what?

In the second century of the Christian era, the empire of Rome comprehended the fairest part of the earth, and the most civilized portion of mankind.

Of all mechanics, of all servile handycrafts-men, a gamester is the vilest. But yet, as many of the quality are of the profession, he is admitted amongst the politest company.

I get a lot of independent films from people who are starting out.

There are infinite shades of grey. Writing often appears so black and white.

I make a lot of money in my life, 50.000 dollars are nothing.

I don't claim to have found the Truth, but I know it has found me.

Come children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.