Death focuses the mind on the things that really matter: why are we here, and what should we do?

Look, whispered Chuck, and George lifted his eyes to heaven. (There is always a last time for everything.) Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out.

I don't pretend we have all the answers. But the questions are certainly worth thinking about.

I'm sure the universe is full of intelligent life. It's just been too intelligent to come here.

Why, Robert Singh often wondered, did we give our hearts to friends whose life spans are so much shorter than our own?

The best proof of intelligent life in space is that it hasn't come here.

I would defend the liberty of consenting adult creationists to practice whatever intellectual perversions they like in the privacy of their own homes; but it is also necessary to protect the young and innocent.