The earth is attempting to rid itself of an infection by human parasite.
If equations are trains threading the landscape of numbers, then no train stops at pi.
He liked the loneliness of inner space, the sense of being forgotten by the world.
When people asked him why he didn't work with those viruses, he replied, I don't particularly feel like dying.
The best way to know what's in the soup, is to boil yourself in it.
What can the redwoods tell us about ourselves? Well, I think they can tell us something about human time. The flickering, transitory quality of human time and the brevity of human life - the necessity to love.