I've read plenty of amazing science pieces where the writers don't hang out in labs. I just have fun doing it. And I get rewarded for it; I get gushy, especially when kids tell me they expected to be bored by my books, but weren't.

Death. It doesn't have to be boring.

The writing is always the easy part, provided I can get the good material. It's the getting of the good material that's a challenge.

I dont fear death so much as I fear its prologues: loneliness, decrepitude, pain, debilitation, depression, senility. After a few years of those, I imagine death presents like a holiday at the beach.

The simplest strategy for bouts of noxious flatus is to not care. Or perhaps to take advantage of a gastroenterologist I know: get a dog. (To blame.)

You are a person and then you cease to be a person, and a cadaver takes your place.

Every mode of travel has its signature mental aberration.