I believe consciousness is brazenly physical, a raucous mirage the brain creates to help us survive.

Look in the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret.

Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains...

I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.

It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.

I swear I will not dishonor my soul with hatred, but offer myself humbly as a guardian of nature, as a healer of misery, as a messenger of wonder, as an architect of peace.

Wonder is the heaviest element on the periodic table. Even a tiny fleck of it stops time.

No matter how politely one says it, we owe our existence to the farts of blue-green algae.

Words are such small things, like confetti in the brain, and yet they are color and clarify everything, they can stain the mind or warp the feelings.

The heart is a museum, filled with the exhibits of a lifetime's loves.

We live on the leash of our senses. There is no way in which to understand the world without first detecting it through the radar-net of our senses.

... there are certain questions that must never be asked. Of anyone. Even oneself.

Society is the union of men and not the men themselves.

Anything that is measured and watched, improves.

are you saying that the feeling of searching for a missing sock is like searching for love ?

We shall some day catch an abstract truth by the tail, and then we shall have our religion and our immortality.

I don't need the definition of society, I'll just do my little thing in my corner and I'll be satisfied. I think that's important nowadays.

One is too small a number to achieve greatness.

I think all girls in the world wish they were a Parisian girl - that sort of effortless chic confidence and comfort in their own skin.

Writing is basically a job for people who like punching themselves in the face, I’m pretty sure.

A reporter is no better than his source of information.