I consider myself an essayist and a fiction writer. In the essays, I certainly have been influenced by some of the leading science essayists. Like Loren Eiseley, Stephen Jay Gould, Lewis Thomas.

I consider myself a spiritual atheist. I certainly believe there are forces bigger than ourselves, and that we should be searching, individually, for meaning in our lives. But I don't believe there's a supreme being, an intelligence that created everything.

Scientists will forever have to live with the fact that their product is, in the end, impersonal.

The tragedy of this world is that everyone is alone. For a life in the past cannot be shared with the present.

Each time is true, but the truths are not the same.

Writers read essays and serious thinkers and serious readers... that is a small population.

What sense is there in continuing when one has seen the future?