Science has not been successful by making up explanations of things that fit with the current social fabric.

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.

Each of us have things and thoughts and descriptions of an amazing universe in our possession that kings in the 17th Century would have gone to war to possess.

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

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

You can't ask your pharmacist to stock larger quantities of potassium nitrate because you want to make a bigger rocket.

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.