We invest far off places with a certain romance... Long summers, mild winters, rich harvests, plentiful game; none of them lasts for ever. Your own life, or your bands, or even your species - might be owed to a restless few, drawn by a craving they can hardly articulate or understand, to undiscovered lands, and new worlds.

We are made of star-stuff. Our bodies are made of star-stuff. There are pieces of star within us all.

There are in fact 100 billion galaxies, each of which contain something like a 100 billion stars. Think of how many stars, and planets, and kinds of life there may be in this vast and awesome universe.

You mustn't think of the Universe as a wilderness. It hasn't been that for billions of years," he said. "Think of it more as... ..cultivated.

Books are like seeds. They can lie dormant for centuries and then flower in the most unpromising soil.

Perhaps the depth of love can be calibrated by the number of different selves that are actively involved in a given relationship.

Observation: I can't see a thing. Conclusion: Dinosaurs.