In my dream the angel shrugged and said, if we fail this time, it will be a failure of imagination. And then she placed the world gently in the palm of my hand.

I sometimes wake in the early morning & listen to the soft breathing of my children & I think to myself, this is one thing I will never regret & I carry that quiet with me all day long.

If there is any secret to this life I live, this is it: the sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can & there is nothing more to it than that.

If you hold on to the handle, it's easier to maintain the illusion of control. But it's more fun if you just let the wind carry you.

I am only strong enough for a life of partial virtue.

There is nothing more I ask of this life than this moment, exactly so. And suddenly forever seems like too short a time.

If you're talking to a child, you're going, 'This is the wonder of science and here's why I'm so fascinated by it.'