Since most scientists are just a bit religious, and most religious are seldom wholly unscientific, we find humanity in a comical position. His scientific intellect believes in the possibility of miracles inside a black hole, while his religious intellect believes in them outside it.

I just see religious freedom, as a category, as just being a black hole.

You’re universally liked because you’re such a black hole in space. You don’t have any real traits. You’re sympa, at least as much as a narcissist can be, but that means nothing. You’re beautiful and everybody projects onto you what they’re looking for, which is easy to do since you don’t stand for anything definite. You’re a black hole in space.

In my third novel there is an actual black hole that swallows everything you love.

I used to think information was destroyed in black hole. This was my biggest blunder, or at least my biggest blunder in science.

The internet to me is kind of like a black hole, and I never really go on it.