I walk up and down the rows. The heads look like rubber halloween masks. They also look like human heads, but my brain has no precedent for human heads on tables or in roasting pans or anywhere other than on top of a human bodies, and so I think it has chosen to interpret the sight in a more comforting manner. - Here we are at the rubber mask factory. Look at the nice men and woman working on the masks.

You are a person and then you cease to be a person, and a cadaver takes your place.

Every crazy fad from the 1800s comes back or they never go away. It’s like fashion, like everything’s already been invented, and somebody stumbles onto it and people will always, always be looking for an answer for some vague illness they can’t get a diagnosis for.

Many people will find this book disrespectful. There is nothing amusing about being dead, they will say. Ah, but there is.

The broader the topic, the easier it is, not only to fill a book, but to set the bar pretty high for really great stuff.

To me, NASA is kind of the magical kingdom. I was sort of a geek, and you go there, and there are just these wondrously strange things and people.

There are people who would love to spend their last ten years, or five years, or whatever it is, on the surface of Mars.