Grant knew that people could not imagine geological time. Human life was lived on another scale of time entirely. An apple turned brown in a few minutes. Silverware turned black in a few days. A compost heap decayed in a season. A child grew up in a decade. None of these everyday human experiences prepared people to be able to imagine the meaning of eighty million years - the length of time that had passed since this little animal had died.

Science is the business of generating testable hypotheses.

They always say they didn't. I never heard of one who said, 'You know, I deserve this.' Never happens.

And that's how things are. A day is like a whole life. You start out doing one thing, but end up doing something else, plan to run an errand, but never get there. . . . And at the end of your life, your whole existence has the same haphazard quality, too. Your whole life has the same shape as a single day.

Discovery, they believe, is inevitable. So they just try to do it first. That's the game in science.

He prays because he knows he doesn't control it. He's at the mercy of it.

Everyone has a hidden agenda. Except me!