There is every reason to think that in the coming years Mars and its mysteries will become increasingly familiar to the inhabitants of the Planet Earth.

Sailors on a becalmed sea, we sense the stirring of a breeze.

The visions we offer our children shape the future. It _matters_ what those visions are. Often they become self-fulfilling prophecies. Dreams are maps.

Modern science has been a voyage into the unknown, with a lesson in humility waiting at every stop. Many passengers would rather have stayed home.

These days there seems to be nowhere left to explore, at least on the land area of the Earth. Victims of their very success, the explorers now pretty much stay home.

On Titan the molecules that have been raining down like manna from heaven for the last 4 billion years might still be there largely unaltered deep-frozen awaiting the chemists from Earth

Once upon a time, we soared into the Solar System. For a few years. Then we hurried back. Why? What happened? What was 'Apollo' really about?

When things are falling apart, know they are actually falling into place.

I stand by what I write and follow through on what I write.

Here is their plan. Whistle a happy tune while driving us off a fiscal cliff as long as they are behind the wheel of power when we fall.

Space or science fiction has become a dialect for our time.

Anyone I think who - that would go through a cancer ward and would see the result of what smoking does, would never, ever think of smoking is sexy again.

I don't want to read what is going to slide down easily; there has to be some crunch, a certain amount of resilience.

Sometimes I'm like Dory from Finding Nemo. I can't remember facts.

Fascinating, Doidge's book is a remarkable and hopeful portrait of the endless adaptability of the human brain.

I am very easy. I like to have my work out. I am not restrictive about any of that. It is the collectors that are possessive, not me, not me.

Progress cannot be generated when we are satisfied with existing situations.