We are made of star stuff. For the most part, atoms heavier than hydrogen were created in the interiors of stars and then expelled into space to be incorporated into later stars. The Sun is probably a third generation star.

Books permit us to voyage through time, to tap the wisdom of our ancestors.

Extinction is the rule. Survival is the exception.

If some good evidence for life after death were announced, I'd be eager to examine it; but it would have to be real scientific data, not mere anecdote. As with the face on Mars and alien abductions, better the hard truth, I say, than the comforting fantasy.

The desire to be connected with the cosmos reflects a profound reality, but we are connected; not in the trivial ways that astrology promises, but in the deepest ways.

Writing a novel is like trying to solve a very long mathematical equation. Changing anything can change everything else.

Across the sea of space, the stars are other suns.