#them

I had a polynomial once. My doctor removed it. ↗

— Michael Grant

#humor #mathematics #humor

I see you're a man with ideals. I better be going before you've still got them. ↗

— Mae West

#better #going #got #i #i see

If you have to fight a crowd of boys, it's best to go for the biggest one. That way you won't have to fight them all. The others will see that you mean business and you will win their respect. ↗

— Suzanne Vega

#biggest #business #crowd #fight #go

I am inspired by many mediums and use them to express varied aspects of my philosophies and life observations. ↗

— Judith Anderson

#aspects #express #i #i am #inspired

Some people are used to having things done for them by her parents, I am not. I can do it myself. ↗

— Sally Pearson

#done #having #her #i #i am

If you had an alien race that looked like insects, then they would build robots to look like themselves, not to look like people. ↗

— Kevin J. Anderson

#build #had #insects #like #look

I didn't want readers to have to make allowances for what they couldn't see, but to be able to say to themselves that the fabric of the magic detailed was perfectly believable. ↗

— Terry Brooks

#allowances #believable #detailed #fabric #i

One must not attempt to justify them, but rather to sense their nature simply and clearly. ↗

— Maureen Dowd

#clearly #justify #must #nature #rather

It is disappointing and embarrassing to the science profession that some Nobel Laureates would deliberately use their well deserved scientific reputations and hold themselves out as experts in other fields. ↗

— David Douglass

#deserved #disappointing #embarrassing #experts #fields

...The pages and pages of complex, impenetrable calculations might have contained the secrets of the universe, copied out of God's notebook. In my imagination, I saw the creator of the universe sitting in some distant corner of the sky, weaving a pattern of delicate lace so fine that that even the faintest light would shine through it. The lace stretches out infinitely in every direction, billowing gently in the cosmic breeze. You want desperately to touch it, hold it up to the light, rub it against your cheek. And all we ask is to be able to re-create the pattern, weave it again with numbers, somehow, in our own language; to make the tiniest fragment our own, to bring it back to eart. ↗

— Yoko Ogawa

#imagination