"Stars die, and are born, in places like this one — a stellar nursery. They condense like raindrops from giant clouds of gas and dust. They get so hot that the nuclei of the atoms fuse together deep within them to make the oxygen that we breathe, the carbon in our muscles, the calcium in our bones, the iron in our blood. All of it was cooked in the fiery hearts of long vanished stars. You, me, everyone. We are made of star stuff."
Neil deGrasse Tyson, Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey (Ep 1: Standing Up in the Milky Way)
"…because people who talk about their dreams are actually trying to tell you things about themselves they’d never admit in normal conversation. It’s a way for people to be honest without telling the truth."
Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story (via odaro)