There's no such things as survival of the fittest. Survival of the most adequate, maybe. It doesn't matter whether a solution's optimal. All that matters is whether it beats the alternative.

Science is so powerful that it drags us kicking and screaming towards the truth despite our best efforts to avoid it.

We are not thinking machines.

How do you say 'We come in peace' when the very words are an act of war?

Stars, everywhere. So many stars that I could not for the life me understand how the sky could contain them all yet be so black.

If believing absurd falsehoods increase the odds of getting laid or avoiding predators, your brain will believe those falsehoods with all its metaphorical little heart.

People aren't rational. We're not thinking machines, we're - we're feeling machines that happen to think.