It's the same struggle for each of us, and the same path out: the utterly simple, infinitely wise, ultimately defiant act of loving one thing and then another, loving our way back to life.

God, why does a mortal man have children? It is senseless to love anything this much.

Arguments could fill a marriage like water, running through everything, always, with no taste or color but lots of noise.

To think is not always to see.

One of the very first things I figured out about life...is that it's better to be a hopeful person than a cynical, grumpy one, because you have to live in the same world either way, and if you're hopeful, you have more fun.

We're animals. We're born like every other mammal and we live our whole lives around disguised animal thoughts.

For scientists, reality is not optional.