I don't feel depressed. I feel elated.

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.

The worst readers are those who behave like plundering troops: they take away a few things they can use, dirty and confound the remainder, and revile the whole.

I felt like an integral part of my being had just been ripped out of me, only to have it replaced with something that did not belong.

I have two moods:1. Sleep is for the weak.2. Sleeping for a week.

But still she stood, ready to get back at it. Badass and admirable.

Worry is like racing the engine of an automobile without letting in the clutch.

I'm not squeamish at all. As a child I dragged a dead squirrel home on my skateboard and cut it open and tried to look at its brain.

Modeling's terrifying to a lot of people. Standing in front of a camera is terrifying. I like a challenge.

I'd like to get to the point where I can be just as mediocre as a man

The coward regards himself as cautious, the miser as thrifty.

But she is happiest alone. She is happiest alone.