“When people really understand it’s do or die . If we work hard and pull through, it’s going to be a great outcome; people will give it everything they’ve got.”

It’s OK to have your eggs in one basket as long as you control what happens to that basket.

I think life on Earth must be about more than just solving problems. It’s got to be something inspiring, even if it is vicarious.

Tesla is here to stay and keep fighting for the electric car revolution.

You could warm Mars up, over time, with greenhouse gases.

Engineering is the closest thing to magic that exists in the world.

Mars is to Earth, as Terminus was to Trantor.

Weighing too much on someone’s talent and not someone’s personality. I think it matters whether someone has a good heart.

If you get up in the morning and think the future is going to be better, it is a bright day. Otherwise, it’s not.

If you’re trying to create a company, it’s like baking a cake. You have to have all the ingredients in the right proportion.

Humans need to be a multiplanet species.

With artificial intelligence we are summoning the demon.

If something’s important enough, you should try. Even if you – the probable outcome is failure.

Being an entrepreneur is like eating glass and staring into the abyss of death.

Fear is a hard thing to deal with. I feel it quite strongly. If I think something is important enough, I’ll make myself do it in spite of fear. But it can really sap the will. I hate fear, I wish I had it less.

For me it was never about money, but solving problems for the future of humanity.

Mars is the only place in the solar system where it’s possible for life to become multi-planetarian.

Humans are mortal. So are ideas. An idea needs propagation as much as a plant needs watering. Otherwise both will wither and die.

It is easier to find men who will volunteer to die, than to find those who are willing to endure pain with patience.

Love is the only thing worth to live for and die for.

Does anything at all make any sense? No offense! Is everything real or just a lens of pretense? Anyway, I feel that this moment is dying and now I’m done wrying and trying.

We cannot be sure of having something to live for unless we are willing to die for it.

The die is cast.

I would rather die standing up to live life on my knees.

Once I was the sun. The sun that burnt so bright it lit up everyone’s sky. The sun ran out of fuel. The sun that died under its own weight. The sun that sucks on the light of others now. The sun is now a black hole, itself.