Anything can make me stop and look and wonder, and sometimes learn.

I apologize because of the terrible mess the planet is in. But it has always been a mess. There have never been any 'Good Old Days,' there have just been days. And as I say to my grandchildren, 'Don't look at me. I just got here myself.'

I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around. Lucky me, lucky mud.

In the era of big brains, life stories could end up any which way. Look at mine.

He didn't look like a soldier at all. He looked like a filthy flamingo.

They say, you know, about evolution, it surely happened because their fossil record shows that. Look, my body and your body are miracles of design. Scientists are pretending they have the answer as how we got this way when natural selection couldn't possibly have produced such machines.