The poor lads called and called, but they were grown and had forgotten the best places to hide.

Anymore, no one's mind is their own.

Thoughts frame your portrait, action paints it.

Hug is a holy kiss.

Please leave me something...even one memory would be enough.

Art and design are not luxuries, nor somehow incompatible with science and engineering.

I listen to nothing or classical music just because after being in the studio for twelve hours, the last thing you want to do is listen to anything.

There are an infinite number of boring things to do in science.

I used to have to think about awful things to get myself emotionally connected to something.

Immortality... Is that a super power?

Trying to observe the slow shift from self-centeredness to empathy is like trying to watch grass grow.