What is it that really makes us, us? It's our collective intelligence. It's our ability to write things down, our language and our consciousness.

Who are we? That is the big question. And essentially we are just an upright-walking, big-brained, super-intelligent ape.

If you want to become a fossil, you need to die somewhere where your bones will be rapidly buried. You then hope that the Earth moves in such a way as to bring the bones back up to the surface.

My father so appropriately put it that we are certainly the only animal that makes conscious choices that are bad for our survival as a species.

In the rush of today's world, and with more than half of us now living in cities, the majority of people are less and less connected with the spectacle of Nature.

Every great story begins with a very courageous step into the land of the unknown.

Do you know what I think Mayflowers are, Marilla? I think they must be the souls of the flowers that died last summer, and this is their heaven.

People who are not on Facebook are face to face.

Much like the French (or like ourselves, their apes),Who with strange habit do disguise their shapes;Who loving novels, full of affectation,Receive the manners of each other nation.

There is a lot of advice on baby feeding, but almost nothing on how to help crying babies.

I lift weights four times a week, usually run five days a week.

I don't think my moped could outrun a cheetah.

There are a lot of young artists that are dope.

PowerPoint is the Rodney Dangerfield of software. It gets no respect.

I think the major problem in growing up is to become sophisticated without becoming cynical.