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

I can say exactly what I feel about any issue, and I'm going to do that.

I'm really optimistic in the mornings.

I like writing about biology, not doing it.

I'm not driven by being understood.

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.

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