As the plow pushes through a parking lot of light fluffy snow, the snow clumps together in bigger and bigger chunks. Out in space, pressure hitting a gas cloud has a similar effect, except, instead of snowballs, you get stars!

As important as the civil rights movement was, I think what will rise to the top is that we left Earth in that time.

No one is saying you're possessed by the devil anymore except the most ignorant of people in modern culture.

Let's invent a new tomorrow and then make it happen. Let's invent the city of tomorrow, the home of tomorrow, the transportation of tomorrow.

The solar system should be viewed as our backyard, not as some sequence of destinations that we do one at a time.

With automatic spell checkers running unleashed over what we compose, our era is that of correctly spelled typos.

So when I think of, what is the meaning of life, to me, that's not an eternal unanswerable question. To me it is in arms reach of me every day.