Words Are Memes That Can Be Pronounced.

Life Itself Is Just A Thin Coat Of Paint On The Planet, And We Hold The Paintbrush.

As Every Scuba Diver Knows, Panic Is Your Worst Enemy: When It Hits, Your Mind Starts To Thrash And You Are Likely To Do Something Really Stupid And Self-destructive.

My Faith In The Expertise Of Physicists Like Richard Feynman, For Instance, Permits Me To Endorse—and, If It Comes To It, Bet Heavily On The Truth Of—a Proposition That I Don't Understand. So Far, My Faith Is Not Unlike Religious Faith, But I Am Not In The Slightest Bit Motivated To Go To My Death Rather Than Recant The Formulas Of Physics. Watch: E Doesn't Equal Mc2, It Doesn't, It Doesn't! I Was Lying, So There!

True, You Don't Have To Be Religious To Be Crazy, But It Helps.

The Theoretical Fruits Of Deliberate Oversimplification Through Idealization Are Not To Be Denied... Reality In All Its Messy Particularity Is Too Complicated To Theorize About, Taken Straight. The Issue Is, Rather (since Every Idealization Is A Strategic Choice), Which Idealizations Might Really Shed Some Light... Which Will Just Land Us... Diverting Fairy Tales.