There is a general place in your brain, I think, reserved for melancholy of relationships past. It grows and prospers as life progresses, forcing you finally, against your better judgment, to listen to country music.

The horror of it is, every goddamn thing you look at seems pretty scary to me.

People don't realize that molecules themselves are somewhat hypothetical, and that their interactions are more so, and that the biological reactions are even more so.

The mystery of that damn virus has been generated by the $2 billion a year they spend on it.

I'm not driven by being understood.

I like writing about biology, not doing it.

Science consistently produces a new crop of miraculous truths and dazzling devices every year.