If you want to make a [rhubarb] pie from scratch, first you have to create the universe.

The visions we offer our children shape the future. It _matters_ what those visions are. Often they become self-fulfilling prophecies. Dreams are maps.

Each of us is a tiny being, permitted to ride on the outermost skin of one of the smaller planets for a few dozen trips around the local star.

What's the harm of a little mystification? It sure beats boring statistical analyses.

You're an interesting species, an interesting mix. You're capable of such beautiful dreams and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you're not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we've found that makes the emptiness bearable is each other.

It is the tension between creativity and skepticism that has produced the stunning and unexpected findings of science.

Cleverly designed experiments are the key.