#article

We did an episode on Good Times which came out of a newspaper article about the incidence of hypertension in black males being higher than whites, and increasing. So we did a show in which James, the father on Good Times, had hypertension. ↗

— Norman Lear

#article #being #black #came #did

My interest in matters more directly concerned with the handling of particles was growing, in the meantime, stimulated by many contacts with people understanding accelerators. ↗

— Simon van der Meer

#contacts #directly #growing #handling #interest

I wrote that letter, and the one to Nixon. And I wrote more letters, and I thought it might be a magazine article. At that time I sent it to Esquire and Playboy, but anyway, I kept writing, and all of sudden I had enough and thought, well maybe it is a book. ↗

— Don Novello

#article #book #enough #esquire #had

The particle and the planet are subject to the same laws and what is learned of one will be known of the other. ↗

— James Smithson

#laws #learned #other #particle #planet

It's indeed surprising that replacing the elementary particle with a string leads to such a big change in things. I'm tempted to say that it has to do with the fuzziness it introduces. ↗

— Edward Witten

#big change #change #elementary #fuzziness #i

You have that one basic string, but it can vibrate in many ways. But we're trying to get a lot of particles because experimental physicists have discovered a lot of particles. ↗

— Edward Witten

#because #discovered #experimental #get #lot

Ember, you're the only piece of me I have left. Everything else-my family, my home, my soul- they're all gone. I don't know who the hell I am anymore. If it weren't for you... I don't know. ↗

— Kristen Simmons

#family

‎"-that the horrific struggle to establish a human self results in a self whose humanity is inseparable from that horrific struggle. That our endless and impossible journey toward home is in fact our home. ↗

— David Foster Wallace

#home

He put a hand on his throat, as though trying to stop the words, but they came anyway. "You're home. To me. ↗

— Kristen Simmons

#romantic

The fear, momentarily paused, returned with full force, and in this frantic, baffled state I ran to him, and leapt into his arms. He seemed surprised at first but soon was squeezing back. "It's all right," he soothed. "No one's hurt. You're okay." His words sliced through me, and for the first time since he'd taken me from school, I knew the truth about us: I could not be okay if he was not okay. Pain, nightmares, fighting- all of it aside- he was a part of me. ↗

— Kristen Simmons

#romantic