Quotes About Evolution

Why are you always in such a hurry, Mr. Lipwig?" "Because people don't like change. But make the change happen fast enough and you go from one type of normal to another.

HUMANS NEED FANTASY TO BE HUMAN. TO BE THE PLACE WHERE THE FALLING ANGEL MEETS THE RISING APE. Or, from the very next page, YOU NEED TO BELIEVE IN THINGS THAT AREN'T TRUE. HOW ELSE CAN THEY BECOME?

LET ME PUT FORWARD ANOTHER SUGGESTION: THAT YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A LUCKY SPECIES OF APE THAT IS TRYING TO UNDERSTAND THE COMPLEXITIES OF CREATION VIA A LANGUAGE THAT EVOLVED IN ORDER TO TELL ONE ANOTHER WHERE THE RIPE FRUIT WAS?

None of these lads here were out getting fighting drunk last night. And thus we wear down mountains. Water dripping on a stone, dissolving and removing. Changing the shape of the world, one drop at a time. Water dripping on a stone, Commander. Water flowing underground, bubbling up in unexpected places.

When they arrived they would briefly and passionately mate, for the first and only time, and from that fiery union new turtle would be born to carry a new pattern of worlds. This was known as the Big Bang hypothesis.

He's going to go totally Librarian-poo.

there's nothing like millions of years of really frustrating trial and error to give a species moral fibre

They saw that the perfect world is a journey, not a place.

The way I see it, my ancestors put a lot of effort into getting out of the goddamn ocean and I don't think I should throw all of that hard work back in their faces.

The UU Professor of Anthropics had developed the Special and Inevitable Anthropic Principle, which was that the entire reason for the existence of the universe was the eventual evolution of the UU Professor of Anthropics. But this was only a formal statement of the theory which absolutely everyone, with only some minor details of a "Fill in name here" nature, secretly believes to be true.

His-his-history!' he cried. 'I declare the Stone Age at an end. History will start from tomorrow!

She was almost there. She could feel the weight of herself, the ponderousness of her body, the distant memories of the dawn of time when rock was molten and free. For the first time in her life she knew what it was like to have balconies.

It only takes a tweak to make the whole world new.

Even now, if he closed his eyes, he could still see the God of Evolution beaming so happily as the cockroach stirred.

Don't you talk to me about progress. Progress just means bad things happen faster.

They were probably descended from people who learned that if you look too hard at anyone on horseback you receive a sharp stinging sensation such as might be obtained by a stick around the ear. Not looking up at people on horseback had become hereditary. People who stared at people on horseback in what was considered to be a funny way never survived long enough to breed.

If the abnormal goes on long enough it becomes the normal. It was just that, when you came to explain it to a third party, it sounded odd.

I ain't against gods and goddesses, in their place. But they've got to be the ones we make ourselves. Then we can take 'em to bits for the parts when we don't need 'em anymore, see?

I don't see why it's taken thousands of years to sort out." "That's because the people trying to sort it out were men," said Pepper, meaningfully.

Beauty is transformed over time, and not without destruction.

What is evolution if not creative adaptation and the progression of our own souls?

Wilderness is not a place of privilege, but rather a place of probity, where the evolutionary processes of life are free to continue.

Hindsight shows us our blind spots and biases; we can recognize ourselves as human beings caught in the cultural mores of a specific time.

I have learned that there is no such thing as one portrait or one story, only the knowledge of our own experience shared. I no longer see America's national parks as 'our best idea,' but our evolving idea; I see our national parks as our ongoing struggle as a diverse people to create circles of reverence in a time of collective cynicism where we are wary of being moved by anything but our own clever perspective.