I know one lab that studies nicotine receptors and all the scientists are smokers, and another lab that studies impulse control and they're all overweight.

People wouldn't even go into science unless there was something much bigger to be discovered, something that is transcendent.

Humans have discovered that they cannot stop Death, but at least they can spit in his drink.

I'm using the afterlife as a backdrop against which to explore the joys and complexities of being human - it turns out that it's a great lens with which to understand what matters to us.

Love was not specified in the design of your brain; it is merely an endearing algorithm that freeloads on the leftover processing cycles.

The missing crowds make you lonely. You begin to complain about all the people you could be meeting. But no one listens or sympathizes with you, because this is precisely what you chose when you were alive.

Our internal life and external actions are steered by biological coctails to which we have neither immediate access nor direct acquaintance.