My goal is simple. It is a complete understanding of the universe, why it is as it is and why it exists at all.

Time can behave like another direction in space under extreme conditions.

Intelligence is the ability to adapt to change.

So remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and hold on to that childlike wonder about what makes the universe exist.

The thing about smart people is that they seem like crazy people to dumb people.

It is all right to make mistakes; nothing is perfect because with perfection, we would not exist.

I have noticed even people who claim everything is predestined, and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road.

People won't have time for you if you are always angry or complaining.

It is reasonable to ask who or what created the universe, but if the answer is God, then the question has merely been deflected to that of who created God.

It is very important for young people keep their sense of wonder and keep asking why.

The development of full artificial intelligence could spell the end of the human race.

I love that you love me.

Kneeling before him, Regin murmured, "Don't let that Fegley worm get to you." Still staring ahead, the kid slowed his banging. "There's a good ... male of indeterminate species.

Life doesn’t need magic to be magical.(But a little bit sure doesn't hurt.)

Are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?

[She] knew that it was not precisely a body that one loved. One loved the man who shone out through the eyes and used its mouth to smile and speak.

Given the eclectic and constantly shifting nature of my metaphysical inclinations, I will probably never feel certain exactly what an angel is.

I have seen people rude by being over-polite.

I don't like guys who are conventional. I'm an achiever; he has to be an achiever. I admire drive, I admire ambition. I like a guy who keeps my on my toes.

Annabeth sat up and glared at her ankle. "You HAD to break," she scolded it. The ankle did not reply.

Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill.