The footsteps of Nature are to be traced, not only in her ordinary course, but when she deviates from it in her most extravagant excursions.

The future of automobiles is green, intelligent, and human-centric.

Perfection is boring. If a face doesn't have mistakes, it's nothing.

I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend.