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Someone told me that each equation I included in the book would halve the sales.

This result was very convenient for Marxist–Leninist dialectical materialism

Unless we have a totalitarian world order, someone will design improved humans somewhere.

Stephen Hawking said that his quest is simply trying to understand the mind of God.

You cannot entertain a Norwegian, you cannot bore a German, and you cannot educate an American or a chimpanzee.

all clues, ideally, should be met with delight and detachment, rather than euphoria or, worse, disdain and despair.

Common sense is a very poor guide to scientific insight for it represents cultural prejudice more often than it reflects the native honesty of a small boy before the naked emperor.

the great British entomologist Sir Vincent Wigglesworth (wonderful name for an insect man, I always thought) . . .

Eddie discovered one of his childhood's great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought.

She can't help it,' he said. 'She's got the soul of a poet and the emotional makeup of a junkyard dog.

and so will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate. For love's ever been the more destructive weapon, sure.

The scariest, most terrifying thing that I fear? Yes. My Imagination. I thought you were going to say Fear, itself. Then you have a small imagination. Roland and Eddie

He was a romantic in his own harsh way…yet he was also realist enough to know that some times love actually did conquer all.

Nora Roberts is cool.

All I ask is that you do as well as you can, and remember that, while to write adverbs is human, to write he said or she said is divine.

Seven, Richie thought. That's the magic number. There has to be seven of us. That's the way it's supposed to be.

They say The Pacific has no memory. That's where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory.

Anger is the most useless emotion, Henchick intoned, destructive to the mind and hurtful to the heart.

Are you sure self-pity is a luxury you can afford, Jack?

The medical definition of miracle is misdiagnosis.

Explanations are such cheap poetry.

Silent white light filled the world. And the righteous and unrighteous alike were consumed in that holy fire.

Only library books speak with such wordless eloquence of the power good stories hold over us.

See the TURTLE, ain't he keen? All things serve the fuckin Beam.