One of our brainchildren is a still viable Science and Society course.

I acquired an admiration for Japanese culture, art, and architecture, and learned of the existence of the game of GO, which I still play.

We atheists can argue that, with the modern revolution in attitudes toward homosexuals, we have become the only group that may not reveal itself in normal social discourse.

My belief is based on the fact that string theory is the first science in hundreds of years to be pursued in pre-Baconian fashion, without any adequate experimental guidance.

Of course I am not religious — I don't in fact see how any scientist who thinks at all deeply can be so.

The Nobel Prize gives one the opportunity to take public stands.

The ability to reduce everything to simple fundamental laws does not imply the ability to start from those laws and reconstruct the universe.

The field of quantum valence fluctuations was another older interest which became much more active during this period, partly as a consequence of my own efforts.

Although raised on the farm - my grandfather was an unsuccessful fundamentalist preacher turned farmer - my father and his brother both became professors.

I have also testified repeatedly and published some articles in favor of Small Science.

A souvenir of those years is a small cottage on the cliffs of Cornwall, where Joyce and I spend a spring month every year, hiking and seeing friends.

You know what we call pedestrians in Morganville? Mobile bloodbanks.

That's l'amour: we willingly walk into the future blindfolded.

Taoism is the gentle way. The path of least resistence.

I don't want to make a depressing movie. I want it to allow us to ask some questions and stay asking those questions. How predetermined are our lives? It's something I don't have the answer to.

Let us start with the title of War and Cinema. The important part of the title is not War and Cinema.

Life is a sexually transmitted disease.

The most important thing in coaching is communication. It's not what you say as much as what they absorb.

Anyone who doesn't regret the passing of the Soviet Union has no heart. Anyone who wants it restored has no brains.

Whatsoever contradicts my sense, I hate to see, and never can believe.

Love is like a dying ember, only memories remain.