#nu

Sometimes in studying Ramanujan's work, [George Andrews] said at another time, "I have wondered how much Ramanujan could have done if he had had MACSYMA or SCRATCHPAD or some other symbolic algebra package. ↗

— Robert Kanigel

#computer-algebra-system #history #math #ramanujan #life

For me, it’s not about winning an award. It’s also about not even being nominated. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#honor #ignored #nominated #nomination #praise

Izzy. My sister. She told me you liked me. Liked me, liked me.” “Liked you, liked you?” Magnus buried his grin in the cat’s fur. “Sorry. Are we twelve now? I don’t recall saying anything to Isabelle . . . ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#cassandra-clare #kissed #magnus-bane #mortal-instruments #sisters

No matter the nature of your individuality, you can nurture a better identity and have a mature positively rewarding life. ↗

— Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha

#lifecoaching #mature #nature #nurture #personal-development

Beneath the violet pillar, in the vacuum before the roar of the cloud, there came a soft sound that might have been heard by those who listened closely: the gentle sigh of an idea unbound. ↗

— Lydia Millet

#science #war #science

Ask him why there are hypocrites in the world.' 'Because it is hard to bear the happiness of others.' 'When are we happy?' 'When we desire nothing and realize that possession is only momentary, and so are forever playing.' 'What is regret?' 'To realize that one has spent one's life worrying about the future.' 'What is sorrow?' 'To long for the past.' 'What is the highest pleasure?' 'To hear a good story. ↗

— Vikram Chandra

#hinduism #pleasure #poetry #sorrow #life

Nugget?" said Micah, offering a lump to Toby. "Thanks," said Toby. He took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. "I think maybe it is a squirrel." He said. ↗

— Ridley Pearson

#nugget #squirrel #toby #science

Even the trip throught the Portal had not disarranged Magnus's hair spikes. He tugged on one proudly. "Check it out", he said to Isabelle. "Magic?" "Hair gel. $3.99 at Ricky's. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #magic

Without direction, the respiratory technician goes to the head of the bed. She takes the tubing, attaches it to the oxygen, and turns it on as high as it will go. She provides a seal with her hand cupped over the plastic mask, over the nose and mouth of the toddler, and methodically provides oxygenated air. Doyle’s tiny chest rises and falls while I listen with my stethoscope. I am reaching for another breathing tube. “Fib!” Dr. Pedras feels for a pulse while another places gelled pads on her chest. ↗

— Ruth McLeod-Kearns

#doctor #drama #emergency-room #er #family

I decided it was well past time to take him home and place him in bosom of his family. If you had rather I put him in an orphanage, I fully understand. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#magnus-bane #family