I like writing about biology, not doing it.

Law shuttles between freeing us and enslaving us.

Art is subject to arbitrary fashion.

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.

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.

Science grows like a weed every year.