“DNA neither cares nor knows. DNA just is. And we dance to its music.”

Human suffering has been caused because too many of us cannot grasp that words are only tools for our use.

Things exist either because they have recently come into existence or because they have qualities that made them unlikely to be destroyed in the past.

The essence of life is statistical improbability on a colossal scale.

My objection to supernatural beliefs is precisely that they miserably fail to do justice to the sublime grandeur of the real world. They represent a narrowing-down from reality, an impoverishment of what the real world has to offer.

After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with colour, bountiful with life.

I am thrilled to be alive at time when humanity is pushing against the limits of understanding. Even better, we may eventually discover that there are no limits.

Even if not a single fossil has ever been found, the evidence from surviving animals would still overwhelmingly force the conclusion that Darwin was right.

It often turns out on closer inspection that acts of apparent altruism are really selfishness in disguise.

Being an atheist frees you up to live this life properly, happily, and fully.

How thoughtful of God to arrange matters so that, wherever you happen to be born, the local religion always turns out to be the true one.

The important thing to remember about mathematics is not to be frightened.

A god who is capable of sending intelligible signals to millions of people simultaneously, and of receiving messages from all of them simultaneously, cannot be, whatever else he might be, simple. Such Bandwidth!

Undisguised clarity is easily mistaken for arrogance.

Myths are fun, as long as you don’t confuse them with the truth.

Faith is the great cop-out, the great excuse to evade the need to think and evaluate evidence. Faith is the belief in spite of, even perhaps because of, the lack of evidence.

The majority of children born into the world tend to inherit the beliefs of their parents, and that to me is one of the most regrettable facts of them all.

The things a man has to have are hope and confidence in himself against odds. And he must be ready to choose death before dishonor without making too much song and dance about it.

I should be on Broadway. You have to sing, you have to dance, you have to speak well, and I’m good at all of those!

Dancing begets warmth, which is the parent of wantonness. It is, Sir, the great grandfather of cuckoldom.

Avoidance. Probably the worst dance. – Complicated.

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.

My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.

Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.

The way she danced through life was poetry.