Damon Lindelof Quotes

I've always been fascinated by physics and cosmology. It gets more and more scary the older you get.

I can't even begin to grasp concepts like the multiverse.

Storytellers all, we humans might run out of time even as we triumph over the problem of running out of space. But we will never run out of stories.

The Universe is very, very big.

We live on a minute island of known things. Our undiminished wonder at the mystery which surrounds us is what makes us human. In science fiction we can approach that mystery, not in small, everyday symbols, but in bigger ones of space and time.

Lay down these words Before your mind like rocks. placed solid, by hands In choice of place, set Before the body of the mind in space and time: Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall riprap of things: Cobble of milky way. straying planets, These poems, people, lost ponies with Dragging saddles -- and rocky sure-foot trails. The worlds like an endless four-dimensional Game of Go. ants and pebbles In the thin loam, each rock a word a creek-washed stone Granite: ingrained with torment of fire and weight Crystal and sediment linked hot all change, in thoughts, As well as things.

We do not know whether there are extra dimensions or multiverse. Let's go forward with the possible ideas that come out of the mathematics. It's hard for us to imagine a universe that would have no time at all.

The world, which took six days to make, is likely to take us six thousand years to make out.

Einstein said that he never could understand it all, the planets spinning in space, the smile upon your face.

Think of the Earth as a turning point in eternity. Think of the Earth as a meeting point in infinity.

What is there more of in the world than anything else? Ends.

The Universe consists of non-simultaneously apprehended events.

So much universe, and so little time.

[Science fiction is] a mode of romance with a strong inherent tendency to myth.

Worlds and particles, bodies and beings, time and space: All are transient expressions of the Tao.

The Universe, so far as we can observe it, is a wonderful and immense engine; its extent, its order, its beauty, its cruelty, makes it alike impressive.

You know, the process, I think, is the story. And it goes back, again, to what I said about chance and about radical contingency, the idea that all of this is this well-oiled machine that's been reared up and, like, really articulated and thought about.

A tale, like the universe, they tell us, expands ceaselessly each time you examine it, until there’s finally no telling exactly where it begins, or ends, or where it places you now.

Time, matter, space - all, it may be, are no more than a point.

Time is the backdrop of our lives and the very fabric of the cosmos.

If poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world, science fiction writers are its court jesters. We are Wise Fools who can leap, caper, utter prophecies, and scratch ourselves in public. We can play with Big Ideas because the garish motley of our pulp origins make us seem harmless.

In the vastness of space and the immensity of time, it is my joy to share a planet and an epoch with Annie.

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle. Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.

Everything that we know is within our universe, and everything within our universe is moulded by the conditions of space, time, and causation.

Macroscopic objects, as we see them all around us, are governed by a variety of forces, derived from a variety of approximations to a variety of physical theories. In contrast, the only elements in the construction of black holes are our basic concepts of space and time. They are, thus, almost by definition, the most perfect macroscopic objects there are in the universe.