Every moment an epiphany arrives and cleaves the mountain asunder

Life is insanely robust, though we can make species go extinct, and this is the bad thing. So I always make the point that you can't say, 'Is it too late?' That is the terrible question, because either answer promotes inaction. If it's too late, you don't need to act; if it's not too late, you don't need to act.

We are here to inscribe ourselves on the universe, and it is not inappropriate to remind ourselves of this when blank slates are given us.

An excess of reason is itself a form of madness

Sad but true: individual intelligence probably peaked in the Upper Paleolithic, and we have been self-domesticated creatures ever since

You can't get any movement larger than five people without including at least one flippin idiot.

You can't choose your childhood, it's just what happens to you. But after that you choose. And that's really what (makes you).