I’ll parade with those who are alone like me. They exist. They are very few, but they exist. I’ll find them.
Both my parents instilled an interest in science and mathematics.
The big bang, the most cataclysmic event we can imagine, on closer inspection appears finely orchestrated.
There is no doubt that a parallel exists between the big bang as an event and the Christian notion of creation from nothing.
With something like Chernobyl, the public reaction was Oh, my God, science has really done wrong.
But every day I go to work I'm making a bet that the universe is simple, symmetric, and aesthetically pleasing—a universe that we humans, with our limited perspective, will someday understand.
I think we all want to know where we came from and how we fit into the world, but some of us need to know how it all works in great detail.
Every creation is, at its root, the struggle between potential form and imitated form.
A little Jewish Grandma is at the Florida coast with her little Jewish Grandson. The grandson is playing on the beach when a big wave comes and washes the kid out to sea. The lifeguards swim out, bring him back to shore, the paramedics work on him for a long time, pumping the water out, reviving him. They turn to the Jewish Grandma, and say, we saved your grandson. The little Jewish Grandma says, He had a hat!
The best set was probably 'Bloody Sunday. ' We had no money for extras and gambled on months of outreach to persuade the people of Derry to turn out and march for us on one single afternoon. And they did. In their tens of thousands. Seeing them march, their patience and their dignity and their commitment, I knew the movie would have a quality of truth.
I knew it, I just knew it! The person who had the job of writing my life's dialogue used to work on a very low budget soap opera.