These are the stories the Dogs tell, when the fires burn high and the wind is from the north.

Here lies one from a distant star, but the soil is not alien to him, for in death he belongs to the universe.

Much of what we see in the universe ... starts out as imaginary. Often you must imagine something before you can come to terms with it.

This is the very center of everything there is. A huge black hole eating up the galaxy. The end of everything.

My reluctance to use alien invasion is due to the feeling that we are not likely to be invaded and taken over.

Time is still the great mystery to us. It is no more than a concept; we don't know if it even exists.

It is only of life on Earth, however, that one can speak with any certainty. It seems to me that all life on Earth, the sum total of life upon the Earth, has purpose.