Decisions just look different with women at the table. We still have a long way to go. The most powerful thing we own is our vote.
Divorced women, compared to married women, are less satisfied with their lives, which is not surprising. But they're actually more cheerful, when you look at the average mood they're in in the course of the day.
Mick had once come across one of Wilson't books and was surprised to see his face on the back cover. Mick was even more surprised when he read the book. It was pretty good, although Mick was kind of tired of hearing about Indians. Still, Mick thought...
[Durant and Wolcott talk over the intercom as they fly past each other in their helicopters] Durant: Six-One, this is Six-Four, go to UHF secure. I've got some bad news. Cliff Wolcott: Limo is a word, Durant. I don't want to hear about it. Durant: It...
Smith: I'm sorry. Eversmann: You have nothing to be sorry about. You saved Twombly, you did it perfect. Smith: You okay Twombs? Twombly: Yeah, I'm okay, Jamie. Eversmann: See, you did what you were trained to do. You should be proud of that, be proud...
Eversmann: I was talking to Blackburn the other day, and he asked me "What changed? Why are we going home?" and I said "Nothing." That's not true either; I think everything's changed. I know I've changed. [sigh] Eversmann: You know a friend of mine a...
Sarita's been so busy exercising her brain that she hasn't had time for her heart, the poor thing.
I never knew what language they'd lapse into when fucked - Urdu or Telugu or a mix of both (only the techies came in English).
No question; language can free us of feeling, or almost. Maybe that's one of its functions - so we can understand the world without becoming entirely overwhelmed by it.
She had studied the universe all her life, but had overlooked its clearest message: For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.
If you tried to doubt everything you would not get as far as doubting anything. The game of doubting itself presupposes certainty.
Where two principles really do meet which cannot be reconciled with one another, then each man declares the other a fool and a heretic
The secrets of evolution are death and time—the deaths of enormous numbers of lifeforms that were imperfectly adapted to the environment; and time for a long succession of small mutations.
The fossil record implies trial and error, the inability to anticipate the future, features inconsistent with a Great Designer (though not a Designer of a more remote and indirect temperament.)
Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious. If a human disagrees with you, let him live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another.
There are many hypotheses in science which are wrong. That’s perfectly all right: it’s the aperture to finding out what’s right. Science is a self-correcting process.
By looking far out into space we are also looking far back into time, back toward the horizon of the universe, back toward the epoch of the Big Bang.
Meanwhile the Cosmos is rich beyond measure: the total number of stars in the universe is greater than all the grains of sand on all the beaches of the planet Earth.
Religion is, as it were, the calm bottom of the sea at its deepest point, which remains calm however high the waves on the surface may be.
Talent is a spring from which fresh water is constantly flowing. But this spring loses its value if it is not used in the right way.
I really do think with my pen, because my head often knows nothing about what my hand is writing.
