Nature can put on a thrilling show. The stage is vast, the lighting is dramatic, the extras are innumerable, and the budget for special effects is absolutely unlimited.

I can well imagine an athiest's last words: "White, white! L-L-Love! My God!" - and the deathbed leap of faith. Whereas the agnostic, if he stays true to his reasonable self, if he stays beholden to dry, yeastless factuality, might try to explain the warm light bathing him by saying "Possibly a f-f-failing oxygenation of the b-b-brain," and, to the very end, lack imagination and miss the better story.

What a terrible thing it is to botch a farewell.

To me, the research is a way of exploring what it means to be alive.

Truth is a nebulous thing. There are certain, definite truths, but the truth of our lives goes far beyond facts.

If you don't have dreams, how do you maneuver reality? Where do you get the ideas to change reality if not from dreams?

It is true that those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same afterwards, even unto our names.