I like writing about biology, not doing it.

I'm really optimistic in the mornings.

I'm not politically correct.

We were fortunate to have the Russians as our childhood enemies. We practiced hiding under our desks in case they had the temerity to drop a nuclear weapon.

My mother would give my brothers and me a pile of catalogues and let us pick what we wanted for Christmas.

Science, like nothing else among the institutions of mankind, grows like a weed every year. Art is subject to arbitrary fashion, religion is inwardly focused and driven only to sustain itself, law shuttles between freeing us and enslaving us.

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.