My father so appropriately put it that we are certainly the only animal that makes conscious choices that are bad for our survival as a species.

Who are we? That is the big question. And essentially we are just an upright-walking, big-brained, super-intelligent ape.

If you want to become a fossil, you need to die somewhere where your bones will be rapidly buried. You then hope that the Earth moves in such a way as to bring the bones back up to the surface.

What is it that really makes us, us? It's our collective intelligence. It's our ability to write things down, our language and our consciousness.

In the rush of today's world, and with more than half of us now living in cities, the majority of people are less and less connected with the spectacle of Nature.

It's time to move on to the next step in the psychedelic revolution. We've reached a certain point, but we're not moving any more.

To have faith in the Word, Scripture must not grasp us in our critical thought, but in the life of the soul.

I sit and wonder why no one uses the shot fake. The shot fake, when used correctly, can eliminate a defender

The thing I always thought of myself as was an actress. I never thought: I want to be. It was always: I am.

Freedom of the will is a psychological fiction.

Nothing may be more selfish than remorse.

The loss of our illusions is the only loss from which we never recover.

When all else fails, give up and go to the library.

Unless you know a lot more about something than I do, I am not really that interested. I have too much information already.

... And death unloads thee.