There are things I believe in to a certain extent, as much as a scientist would. And I like, through the means of entertainment, to explore those ideas.

We're all just memories of our future selves.

Feel not as though it is a sphere we live on. Rather, an infinite plane which has the illusion of leading yourself back to the point of origin.

If you pay attention to the world, it’s an amazing place. If you don’t, it’s whatever you think it is.

I wear the same pants, same shirt and same shoes every day. I learned it from the greats, like Einstein. It's a uniform essentially.

Religion can only dream to do what science and art does every day.

Just remember, everything you are is.

When in doubt, zoom out.

It's creating things that make enough money to create resources to generate new technologies to have those technologies to generate more resources so I can make more things happen.

Common knowledge, but important nonetheless

The biggest fear that I have is settling into too many set behavior patterns, where I feel like I'm no longer exploring possibilities anymore.

What is a miracle if not the manifestation of light where darkness is expected?

Maybe, ” he said in a slow, rural drawl, “you could explain to me why I found you in the middle of an orgy.” “Well, ” I said, “if you’re going to be in an orgy, the middle is the best spot, isn’t it.

I was brought up to believe that the only thing worth doing was to add to the sum of accurate information in the world.

They had a saying: An Arab loves in the order of: his son, his camel, and his wife - but there were times when one was allowed to take precedence over the other!

She's a devil, she's an angel, she's a woman, she's a child. She's a heartache when she leaves you, but she'll leave you with a smile.

How about this John Edwards thing? Imagine that, a personal injury attorney who turns out to be a sleaze ball. Who could have seen that coming?

We hold that each man is the best judge of his own interest.

Any real accomplishment in the world reflects the efforts of a lot of people. . . . For an individual to claim personal responsibility was the height of arrogance.

My reasoning, if one can call it that, was inflamed by the scatter shot passions of youth and a literary diet overly rich in the works of Nietzshe, Kerouac, and John Menlove Edwards.

We can hold to the iron rod even if others slip away and a few end up mocking us from "the great and spacious building."