I don't know whether I'm misanthropic. It seems to me I'm constantly disappointed. I'm very easily disappointed.

In France, a chemist named Pilatre de Rozier tested the flammability of hydrogen by gulping a mouthful and blowing across an open flame, proving at a stroke that hydrogen is indeed explosively combustible and that eyebrows are not necessarily a permanent feature of one's face.

You don't need a science degree to understand about science. You just need to think about it.

For a long time, I'd been vaguely fascinated by the idea that Charles Lindbergh flew the Atlantic and Babe Ruth hit 60 home runs in the same summer.

It's an unnerving thought that we may be the living universe's supreme achievement and its worst nightmare simultaneously.

It was an especially wonderful time to be a noisy moron.

My first rule of travel is never to go to a place that sounds like a medical condition and Critz is clearly an incurable disease involving flaking skin.