"We are all broken, that's how the light gets in."

Writing is the only way to fight against death.

The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down. The rain will erode the deeds of his life. But that man who sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order from the tapestry will by the decision alone have taken charge of the world and it is only by such taking charge that he will effect a way to dictate the terms of his own fate.

The metals we pull from the ground should build bridges between people, not walls.

The fight against infectious diseases is a global effort that transcends borders.