Words are memes that can be pronounced.

Not a single one of the cells that compose you knows who you are, or cares.

Philosophers' Syndrome: mistaking a failure of the imagination for an insight into necessity.

In the long run I certainly hope information is the cure for fanaticism, but I am afraid information is more the cause than the cure.

Problems in science are sometimes made easier by adding complications.

Imagination is cheap as long as you don't have to worry about the details.

If I know better than you know what I am up to, it is only because I spend more time with myself than you do.

People are afraid of being more ignorant than their children―especially, apparantly, their daughters.

The secret of happiness: Find something more important than you are and dedicate your life to it.

That's a rhetorical question, and trying to answer rhetorical questions instead of being cowed by them is a good habit to cultivate.

Science, however, is not just a matter of making mistakes, but of making mistakes in public. Making mistakes for all to see, in the hopes of getting the others to help with the corrections.

A broken friendship that is mended through forgiveness can be even stronger than it once was.

Taking crazy things seriously is a serious waste of time.

Discipline is aimed at formation for a specific end, and that end is determined by our founding narrative.

Not a lot of people know about Tunisia. Sarah Palin thinks it's the name of one of Obama's kids.

You never want to be forced to do something. But the world around you starts to influence you in ways you never expected.

Race prejudice can't be talked down, it must be lived down.

I'm shy, but when the time comes to be wild, I'm fun-loving, adventurous, and mysterious.

When you work on a text of a lesser quality, as the interpreter or the delivery person, you are obliged to try to fill it out as you see so many people do in lesser work.

Alike to the slave and his oppressor cometh night with sweet refreshment, and half of the life of the most wretched is gladdened by the soothings of sleep.

Facebook is like jail, you sit around and waste time, you write on walls and you get poked by people you don't know