I was also interested in chemistry, but my parents were not willing to buy me a chemistry set.

A parent being called to the school because their child had misbehaved was as serious as a parent being called to the police station because their child had robbed a bank.

I learned quickly, as I tell my graduate students now, there are no answers in the back of the book when the equipment doesn't work or the measurements look strange.

My parents were determined to move into the middle class.

I read everything: fiction, history, science, mathematics, biography, travel.

Whatever the course, whether the course was boring or interesting to me, whether I was talented in mathematics or not talented in languages, my parents expected A's.

There were two free public libraries within walking distance of my home; I remember taking six books home from every visit, the limit set by the library.

The remoteness of my parents from the schools, so unfashionable today, was often painful for me, but I learned early to deal with an outside and sometimes hard world.

About 1900 my parents came to the United States as children from what was then the Polish area of Russia.

It was good fortune to be a child during the Depression years and a youth during the war years.

The experimenter dealing with nature faces an outside and often hard world. Natures' curriculum cannot be changed.

There are good days and hard days for me. Don't let the hard days win ~Mor ~A Court of Mist and Fury

We should make the poor uncomfortable and kick them out of poverty.

My singing is a mix between Jericho/ Fergie/ Jesus

[A writer] should try not to be too far, personally, below the level of his work.

Nothing is more revealing of an age than its hypocrisies.

Find your life perfect and deal with what emerges.

..if the beginning of the thought or theory is not rooted in reality, the end or the final results of such a thought or theory could well be disastrous in practice.

In the end, there is no end.

People were going to geometry class and I was swimming through vats of chili on 'Even Stevens.' It was like a dream!

What lovely things Thy hand hath made.