Sex? Unfortunately, as you get older - and I shouldn't admit this - there are other things that become more important in your daily life.
As we get older, things seem less important.
We have written the evidence of our existence onto the surface of our planet. Our civilisation has become a beacon, that identifies our planet as home to life.
(On the energy radiated by the Sun) It's four hundred million million million million watts. That is a million times the power consumption of the United States every year, radiated in one second, and we worked that out by using some water, a thermometer, a tin, and an umbrella. And that's why I love physics.
For the first time, we saw our world, not as a solid, immovable, kind of indestructible place, but as a very small, fragile-looking world just hanging against the blackness of space.
At every stage of understanding the universe better, the benefits to civilisation have been immeasurable. None of those big leaps were made with us knowing what was going to happen.
Science is too important not to be a part of popular culture.
Catholics and Protestants are fighting with one another. . . while the enemy of Aryan humanity and all Christendom is laughing up his sleeve.
There has to be this balance of reality for a woman. I don't want to play women who just serve a purpose for the script.
We now know that memories are not fixed or frozen, like Proust's jars of preserves in a larder, but are transformed, disassembled, reassembled, and recategorized with every act of recollection.
We impose order and narrative on everything in order to understand it. Otherwise, there's nothing but chaos.