Science fiction writers put characters into a world with arbitrary rules and work out what happens.

The world is magic. Science is but an insipid style of sorcery.

The churning of a human mind is unpredictable, as is the anatomy of the human heart.

All living things are gnarly, in that they inevitably do things that are much more complex than one might have expected.

In any case, A New Kind of Science is a wonderful book, and I'm still absorbing its teachings.

It's tedious to watch something very obvious being worked out, like a movie that's not particularly good and after about half an hour you know how it's going to end.

Traditional science is all about finding shortcuts.