The beauty of science hugely outranks the charms of superstition.

Evolution has meant that our prefrontal lobes are too small, our adrenal glands are too big, and our reproductive organs apparently designed by committee; a recipe which, alone or in combination, is very certain to lead to some unhappiness and disorder.

For the people who ostensibly wish me well or are worried about my immortal soul, I say I take it kindly.

I do not believe any of the statistical claims that are made about public opinion. I don't see why anybody does.

One can't live without fear, it's a question of what is your attitude towards fear? I'm afraid of a sordid death. I'm afraid that I will die in an ugly or squalid way, and cancer can be very vigorous in that respect.

I think the materialist conception of history is valid.

To reflect upon the event horizon is a great deal more awe-inspiring than a burning bush or a wooden statue that weeps or pees or bleeds.