I don't know how anyone can see the Hubble 'Deep Field' image and not feel like something else is going about its business out there.

When my father died, those years when he was working on the Hubble came back to me, and it seemed fitting to imagine him as having somehow merged with the large mystery that the universe represents.

Because God only knows why people like what they like and don't like something else.

I love the sense of looking at the sad, paltry, and yet very familiar spectacle that we must make from moment to moment in our lives, and in our frenzy, as something that's as out there as alien life.

I think the reason I don't read is because, when I'm reading, I feel like I'm missing out on something else. You know, What are my friends doing? Where's my girlfriend?

I'm not going to jump out of airplanes or anything like someone else I know.