Most of physics is about energy, and physicists understand inefficiencies. I wanted to write a book about our energy options in a neutral, human-accessible form.
I spent the first 18 years of my life in the pastoral town of Vernal, Utah, in the shadows of the Book Cliffs and the Uinta Mountains.
Often something comes in from which you can see that the person is good, the book may not be perfect as it is, and the person doesn’t want to do a re-write. That’s something we do almost nothing of.
Easy is to occupy a place in a telephone book. Difficult is to occupy someone’s heart; know that you’re really loved.
If I’m at a book signing, and someone decides to take me to task, it can make for quite a sticky moment.
I cannot outline. I do not know what the next thing is going to happen in the book until it comes out of my fingers.
There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.
In addition, we were unable to meet openly to discuss the progress of the book, for we were both on the list of persons banned from communicating with other banned persons.
I suppose what’s happened recently has confirmed suspicions I voiced in the book, and I think made clearer some of those things that I point out. For instance I have a section of the book where I talk about the possibility of torture.
I think the market is always going to be around. The goal is not to say, let’s get rid of the market, because the market does render a huge number of services, and I don’t want to have a fight about the price of something every time I buy a book or a bottle of water.