So many little lives, amounting to nothing. I ask you: What is infinity multiplied by zero? It is hardly worth our discussion.

The world is moving faster and faster, but where are we going?I think one of the reasons why things are getting blurry is because there is not much meaning.

If a person holds no ambitions in this world, he suffers unknowingly. If a person holds ambitions, he suffers knowingly, but very slowly.

We live in a highly polarized society. We need to try to understand each other in respectful ways. To that end, I believe that we should make room for both spiritual atheists and thinking believers.

-But rational thoughts lead only to rational thoughts, whereas irrational thoughts lead to new experiences.

All writers have roots they draw from - travel, work, family. My roots are in science and it is fertile ground for fiction.

The urge to discover, to invent, to know the unknown, seems so deeply human that we cannot imagine our history without it.

Sadness is no more than a bit of acid transfixed in the cerebellum.

While people brood, time skips ahead without looking back.

Everyone shares the same fate.

The world is moving faster and faster, but where are we going?

Music evokes emotion and emotion can bring it's memory.

The great divide in American foreign policy thinking is between those who believe in paper and those who believe in power.

Beauty, devoid of grace, is a mere hook without the bait.

It is a fine thing to see people in hot earnest about anything.

Economics in college was very poor; I was not very impressed with it. I actually wanted to study statistics. I discovered mathematical statistics as an undergraduate and was fascinated with it.

Chess can be described as the movement of pieces eating one another.

Easter is about Jesus: the Jesus who announced God's saving, sovereign kingdom.

I still write with pen and paper and have someone type it on a computer. But rewriting I do by hand.

I constantly find myself changing my mind all the time. One day, I want to do just acting and just that. One day I want to do music and just that.

And will he not come again? And will he not come again? No, no, he is dead. Go to thy deathbed. He never will come again.