The Man from Earth

I was raised on the Torah... My wife, on the Quran. My oldest son is an Atheist. My youngest is a Scientologist. My daughter is studying Hinduism. I imagine that there is room there for a holy war in my living room. But we practice live and let live.

The high points, the low points, traumas... They stick in the mind forever. Put down at three or thirty-five, you still feel a twinge.

— Clocks measure time.
— No, they measure themselves.

Time. We can't see it, we can't hear it, we can't weigh it, we can't measure it in a laboratory. It is a subjective sense of becoming what we are instead of what we were a nanosecond ago, becoming what we will be in another nanosecond.

I sense...space. A kinda latitude of what we happily call reality, in which, as everybody keeps saying... anything's possible.

Time as a landscape, existing before and behind us, and we move... We move through it, slice by slice.

God has spoken through man to make his word clearer.

Anything is possible. After all, one century is magic, another century is science.

Anything that happens, happens within nature, whether we believe in it or not.

Piety is not what the lessons bring to people. It's the mistake they bring to the lessons.

No matter how long a man lives, he can't be in advance of his times. He can't know more than the best of the race knows.

Fairy tales build churches.

History hates a vacuum.

It's kind of funny how often new concepts of science find their first tentative forms of expression in the arts.

God is everywhere. We just can't see him.

News travel slowly, when communications are fancy.