One of the great things about the universe is that it’s fair.
The Universe is worked and guided from within outwards.
What I try to do in the book is to trace the chain of relationships running from elementary particles, fundamental building blocks of matter everywhere in the universe, such as quarks, all the way to complex entities, and in particular complex adaptive system like jaguars.
Everything existing in the universe is the fruit of chance and necessity.
My goal is simple. It is a complete understanding of the universe, why it is as it is and why it exists at all.
So long as we use a certain language, all questions that we can ask will have to be formulated in it and will thereby confirm the theory of the universe which is implied in the vocabulary and structure of the language.
You can have a revolution wherever you like, except in a government office; even were the world to come to an end, you’d have to destroy the universe first and then government offices.
Hawkwind are one of those bands that people introduce you to because you don’t see them on the covers of magazines. I’d heard ‘Silver Machine’ but Russell Senior, who was in Pulp, got me into them. They had a song called ‘Master Of The Universe’ and we nicked the title in 1985 for one of our songs.
If the universe is running down like a clock, the clock must have been wound up at a date which we could name if we knew it. The world, if it is to have an end in time, must have had a beginning in time.
You fall into a black hole, and you are irretrievably gone from the universe. That finality has made it irresistible to writers.
The principle of subordination is the great bond of union and harmony through the universe.
The mathematician, carried along on his flood of symbols, dealing apparently with purely formal truths, may still reach results of endless importance for our description of the physical universe.
A unified theory would put us at the doorstep of a vast universe of things that we could finally explore with precision.
The care of a wise and good man for his only son is inferior to the regard of the great Parent of the universe for his creatures.
Los Angeles is like a beauty parlor at the end of the universe.
The four building blocks of the universe are fire, water, gravel and vinyl.
When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.
