I worry that drugs have forced us to be more creative than we really are.

What you try to bury just ends up burying you.

If evolution was worth its salt, by now it should've evolved something better than survival of the fittest. I think a better idea would be survival of the wittiest.

When you're dancing the mystical dance of the molecules, you're not the one who's leading.

A sobering thought: what if, at this very moment, I am living up to my full potential?

At the moment you are most in awe of all there is about life that you don't understand, you are closer to understanding it all than at any other time.

One thing I have no worry about is whether God exists. But it has occurred to me that God has Alzheimer's and has forgotten we exist.