The tragedy of this world is that no one is happy, whether stuck in a time of pain or joy.

Events, once happened, lose reality, alter with a glance, a storm, a night. In time, the past never happened. But who could know? Who could know that the past is not as solid as this instant.

We're plugged in 24 hours a day now. We're all part of one big machine, whether we are conscious of that or not. And if we can't unplug from that machine, eventually we're going to become mindless.

For my students who are trying to learn the craft of writing in a writing class - contemporary literature is what's most useful.

As both a scientist and a humanist myself, I have struggled to understand different claims to knowledge, and I have eventually come to a formulation of the kind of religious belief that would, in my view, be compatible with science.

Time is the clarity for seeing right and wrong.

In a world without future, each moment is the end of the world.