Science adjusts its views based on what’s observed. Faith is the denial of observation so that belief can be preserved.
We have tendency to define ourselves in opposition to stuff. But try to also express your passion for things you love. Be demonstrative and generous in your praise of those you admire. Send thank-you cards and give standing ovations. Be pro-stuff, not just anti-stuff.
Isn’t this enough? Just this world? Just this beautiful, complex wonderfully unfathomable world? How does it so fail to hold our attention that we have to diminish it with the invention of cheap, man-made myths and monsters?
To dream of the person you would like to be is to waste the person you are.
It’s the fine balance of caffeine and alcohol that bookends my days.
Respect people with less power than you. I don’t care if you’re the most powerful cat in the room, I will judge you on how you treat the least powerful. So there.
Science is not a body of knowledge nor a system of belief; it is just a term which describes humankind’s incremental acquisition of understanding through observation. Science is awesome.
Love without evidence is stalking.
Empathy is intuitive, but it is also something you can work on intellectually.
You know what they call alternative medicine that’s been proved to work? – Medicine.
The day they discover yoga mats are carcinogenic will be the happiest day of my life.
A genius is a mentally ill person with an audience.
It’s an incredibly exciting thing, this one meaningless life of yours.
Throughout history, every mystery ever solved has turned out to be NOT magic...
Define yourself by what you love.
Isn’t this enough? Just this world? Just THIS?
Who’s the world going to revolve around now?
Only a ginger, can call another ginger Ginger.
If I had a religion, its deity would be Audysseus, the sound God, and He would be a vengeful god, dishing out eternal damnation to people with cheap stage monitors.
There are children in Africa, starving to death, and you don’t hear them whinging.
Burning a book is like burning a bra. After the adrenalin rush of the symbolic moment wears off, all you’re left with is a pile of ashes and unsupported boobs.