Science grows like a weed every year.
I love a microphone and a big crowd; I'm an entertainer, I guess.
I like writing about biology, not doing it.
Science, like nothing else among the institutions of mankind, grows like a weed every year. Art is subject to arbitrary fashion, religion is inwardly focused and driven only to sustain itself, law shuttles between freeing us and enslaving us.
I'm really optimistic in the mornings.
In the 1950s in Columbia, South Carolina, it was considered OK for kids to play with weird things. We could go to the hardware store and buy 100 feet of dynamite fuse.