At the deepest level, all living things that have ever been looked at have the same DNA code. And many of the same genes.

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.

Wellsted will remember this moment for the rest of his life. It is the first time he desires something for himself that is not dedicated to his own advancement. It is the moment he falls in love.

I think if you're going to make political art, you have to engage at some level. You can't just write about politics, you have to try and be politics as well.

Some people are genetically programmed to be difficult.

The pain is not great. But the symbolism is disagreeable.

We are not only observers. We are participators. In some strange sense this is aparticipatory universe.

Only the silent hear and those who do not remain silent do not hear.

For me, I feel like I relate to a lot of people.

If you want to write, find your splinter. Find the thing that pierces you and won't let you go.

If my mind could gain a firm footing, I would not make essays, I would make decisions; but it is always in apprenticeship and on trial.

Sometimes art seems to be something very sublime, and, as you say, something sacred.