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.

Art is subject to arbitrary fashion.

Global warmers predict that global warming is coming, and our emissions are to blame. They do that to keep us worried about our role in the whole thing. If we aren't worried and guilty, we might not pay their salaries. It's that simple.

I think I might have been stupid in some respects, it if weren't for my psychedelic experiences.

Sometimes in the morning, when it's a good surf, I go out there, and I don't feel like it's a bad world.

I like writing about biology, not doing it.