“What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?”

“(On the energy radiated by the Sun)It's four hundred million million million million watts. That is a million times the power consumption of the United States every year, radiated in one second, and we worked that out by using some water, a thermometer, a tin, and an umbrella. And that's why I love physics.”

“In this single galaxy of ours there are eighty-seven thousand million suns. [...] In challenging it, you would be like ants attempting to label and classify all the grains of sand in all the deserts of the world. [...] It is a bitter thought, but you must face it. The planets you may one day possess. But the stars are not for man.”

“Which way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions of suns?”

“Emotion courses through my veins, choking me. I feel so insignificant, a tiny speck surrounded by a million stars. A million suns.”

“Fiction is a tower of glass built from a million tiny truths, grains of sand fused together to make a single, gleaming lie.”