Everything solid was first an idea.

The news is disease in disguise pretending to be information.

Hot air expands, and seriously pompous attitude is the inflation of choice by those lacking substance.

The primary dues a writer or any artist pays is to remain sentient, and to forfeit the illusionary luxury of such anesthetics as avoidance, numbness, and denials.

Some animals on Earth regurgitate as opposed to vomit, i.e., stomach contents flow up into the esophagus without any forceful abdominal contractions. What I experienced in zero gravity was similar to this, expulsion without the heaves.

It is an awesome thing to comprehend the magnitude of the fact that what a human being dreams and imagines can be realized. The power of that truth needs to be directed toward our creation of a future that is worthy of true human value and the world civilization.

Space is as infinite as we can imagine, and expanding this perspective is what adjusts humankind focus on conquering our true enemies, the formidable foes: ignorance and limitation.

Purity of heart is blooming the same colors in the middle of the wilderness when no one sees you.

Greed is the lack of confidence of one's own ability to create.

It is interesting to note that poetry, a literary device whose very construct involves the use of words, is itself the word of choice by persons grasping to describe something so beautiful it is marvelously ineffable.

The people knew what had made them human. It was not their shortcomings, but their hearts.

On Earth, much of the wrenching discomfort of emesis, apart from the sensation of nausea itself, is from the coordination of many muscles it takes to counter gravity.

What appears to us solid is ultimately both a particle and a wavelength, and on that realm everything behaves as both a particle and a wave.

It is indisputable that evolved thinking recognizes the universality of Life.

If you were the sky, I would unfurl myself in you, as a rainbow of colors yet unseen. I would become oceans of stars in your night.

Love is not blind. Love sees what is most true.

You have to know you can first. How comes later.

Anger is a wound gone mad.

The body knows no pain, not like the soul. At least a nerve has limits, a body part a name. But the soul... the soul... There is no bandage -- even crying is in vain.

Sex in space is not just a good idea, it's survival.