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.

We are the recipients of scientific method. We can each be a creative and active part of it if we so desire.

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

I'm really optimistic in the mornings.

I like writing about biology, not doing it.

I love a microphone and a big crowd; I'm an entertainer, I guess.

Science grows like a weed every year.