“I don’t want to write an autobiography because I would become public property with no privacy left.”

Eternity is a long time, especially towards the end.

Our only chance of long-term survival is not to remain lurking on planet Earth, but to spread out into space.

I’m really easy to get along with once you see it my way.

We live in the most probable of all possible worlds.

We are in danger of destroying ourselves by our greed and stupidity. We cannot remain looking inwards at ourselves on a small and increasingly polluted and overcrowded planet.

Science is beautiful when it makes simple explanations of phenomena or connections between different observations.

The meaning in life is not out there but in between our ears. In many ways this makes us the lords of creation.

One, remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Two, never give up work. Work gives you meaning and purpose and life is empty without it. Three, if you are lucky enough to find love, remember it is there and don’t throw it away.

I have noticed even people who claim everything is predestined, and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road.

There is no unique picture of reality.

People who boast about their I.Q. are losers.

The thing about smart people is that they seem like crazy people to dumb people.

If aliens visit us, the outcome would be much as when Columbus landed in America, which didn’t turn out well for the Native Americans.

Keeping an active mind has been vital to my survival, as has been maintaining a sense of humor.

We don’t let animals suffer, so why humans?

The more you learn, the more you know. The more you know, the more you forget. The more you forget, the less you know. So why bother to learn.

In these days a man is nobody unless his biography is kept so far posted up that it may be ready for the national breakfast-table on the morning after his demise.

Every novel is a biography. Well, then, this is a novel [The Paper Men] which is a biography that is pretending to be an autobiography. That’s what you could say about it.

However you disguise novels, they are always biographies.

Read no history: nothing but biography, for that is life without theory.

So as not to disturb me in my little nook behind the biography shelves.

I very rarely read any fiction. I love biographies; I read about all kinds of people.

A singer’s biographical film should have their music and their voice.

Whatever is unnamed, undepicted in images, whatever is omitted from biography, censored in collections of letters, whatever is misnamed as something else.