In my forties, my optimism was boundless. I had really good health and tremendous success which allowed me to do anything I wanted.

I've always believed human blood is red because it really needs to draw attention to itself.

I wouldn't want to donate my body for scientific study.

Thoughts are odd misfires.

And suddenly the world was filled with wooden faces and flat voices - and, you were alone.

I dropped chemistry. I practically blew up the lab in college.

Being with someone who is smart and gives good advice adds tremendously wonderful elements to your life.