The Language of God: A Scientist Presents Evidence for Belief.

I am interested in the blueness of the cheese.

Being able to tell one from start to finish, and making that puzzle come together at the end. That's the art for me.

She never knew where he was, in what city or on what continent, the day after she had seen him. He always came to her unexpectedly—and she liked it, because it made him a continuous presence in her life, like the ray of a hidden light that could hit her at any moment.

Plot is a primitive vulgarity in literature," said Balph Eubank contemptuously.

knew policy; I knew how to consume and process information. It took a while to figure out that my problem wasn't a lack of a ten-point plan. Rather, it was my general inability to boil issues down to their essence, to tell a story that helped explain an increasingly uncertain world to the American people and make them feel that I, as president, could help them navigate it.

The most important part of a story is the piece of it you don't know.

Scientists are not like other people, sir. We cannot slam our portals. We have to follow evidence where it leads, even if no one likes that place. Even if it suggests that all we have ever believed might be mistaken.

There seemed to be no end to the things that could be hiding, waiting it out, right where you thought you could see it all.

We're apt to fall in love with those who are mysterious and challenging to us.

One of the most wonderful things about knowing God is that there's always so much more to know, so much more to discover. Just when we least expect it, He intrudes into our neat and tidy notions about who He is and how He works.

I bent down to read the inscription: GSS—13th Floor—Vault #42—8675309.