To be a scientist is to be naive. We are so focused on our search for truth, we fail to consider how few actually want us to find it. But it is always there, whether we see it or not, whether we choose to or not. The truth doesn’t care about our needs or wants. It doesn’t care about our governments, our ideologies, our religions. It will lie in wait, for all time. And this, at last, is the gift of Chernobyl. Where I once would fear the cost of truth, now I only ask: What is the cost of lies?

“Why worry about something that isn’t going to happen?” Oh, that’s perfect. They should put that on our money.

In a just world, I’d be shot for my lies, but not for this, not for the truth.

Every lie we tell incurs a debt to the truth. Sooner or later, that debt is paid.

The science is strong, but a test is only as good as the men carrying it out.