Science Grows Like A Weed Every Year.

There Is A General Place In Your Brain, I Think, Reserved For Melancholy Of Relationships Past. It Grows And Prospers As Life Progresses, Forcing You Finally, Against Your Better Judgment, To Listen To Country Music.

Science Has Not Been Successful By Making Up Explanations Of Things That Fit With The Current Social Fabric.

Sometimes A Good Idea Comes To You When You Are Not Looking For It. Through An Improbable Combination Of Coincidence, Naivete And Lucky Mistakes.

I Love A Microphone And A Big Crowd; I'm An Entertainer, I Guess.

Science Grows Like A Weed Every Year.