I feel I learned as much from fellow students as from the professors.

In 1933, the Nazis came to power and the more systematic persecution of the Jews followed quickly. Laws were enacted which excluded Jewish children from higher education in public schools.

In the evenings I studied chemistry at the University of Chicago, the weekends I helped in the family store.

I studied chemical engineering. I was a good student, but these were the hard times of the depression, my scholarship came to an end, and it was necessary to work to supplement the family income.

In 1934, the American Jewish charities offered to find homes for 300 German refugee children. We were on the SS Washington, bound for New York, Christmas 1934.

I survived only a year in Berkeley, partly because I declined to sign the anticommunist loyalty oath.

I'm now a bit anti-Jewish since my last visit to the synagogue, but my atheism does not necessarily reject religion.

I reverted easily to my wild state, that is experimentation.

I had no new ideas on the physics we might learn, and I could not compete with the younger generation.

The problem of transmitting scientific knowledge is a very difficult business.

Apathetic in my adolescence, my heart is fluorescent. It flickerslike liquor store lights in the ghetto.

When you're doing collaborative music, the relationship that forms is a very bonding kind of experience.

So-called "inspiration" is no more than an extreme example of a process which constantly goes on in the minds of all of us.

Ordering a man to write a poem is like commanding a pregnant woman to give birth to a red-headed child.

No compliment can be eloquent, except as an expression of indifference.

We'd like to be humble...but what if no one notices?

I was born a human but this was an accident of fate…since childhood I’ve been captivated by the study of robots and cyborgs. Now I’m in a position where I can actually become one.

Paddington Bear was a refugee with a label - 'Please look after this bear. Thank you', and he had a little suitcase.

The saint is hilarious when he is crushed with difficulties because the thing is so ludicrously impossible to anyone but God.

The soldier does not wish to appear a coward, disloyal, or un-American. The situation has been so defined that he can see himself as patriotic, courageous, and manly only through compliance.