The electron, as it leaves the atom, crystallises out of Schrodinger's mist like a genie emerging from his bottle.

So far as physics is concerned, time's arrow is a property of entropy alone.

If I let my fingers wander idly over the keys of a typewriter it might happen that my screed made an intelligible sentence. If an army of monkeys were strumming on typewriters they might write all the books in the British Museum. The chance of their doing so is decidedly more favourable than the chance of the molecules returning to one half of the vessel.

Never accept a fact until it has been verified by theory.

We are bits of stellar matter that got cold by accident, bits of a star gone wrong.

It is a primitive form of thought that things exist or do not exist.

If an army of monkeys were strumming on typewriters, they might write all the books in the British Museum.