If there's any real truth, it's that the entire multidimensional infinity of the Universe is almost certainly being run by a bunch of maniacs.

Conceited little mega-puppy.

I am terribly proud of-I was born in Cambridge in 1952 and my initials are DNA!

There's always a moment when you start to fall out of love, whether it's with a person or an idea or a cause, even if it's one you only narrate to yourself years after the event: a tiny thing, a wrong word, a false note, which means that things can never be quite the same again.

Looking up into the night sky is looking into infinity — distance is incomprehensible and therefore meaningless

I have terrible periods of lack of confidence. I just don't believe I can do it and no evidence to the contrary will sway me from that view.

Earth: mostly harmless