It is an interesting fact that during my tour I was never allowed access to computers, radios, or anything else that I might damage through curiosity, or perhaps something more sinister.

My childhood home backed onto wheat and cotton fields.

The questions worth asking, in other words, come not from other people but from nature, and are for the most part delicate things easily drowned out by the noise of everyday life.

My mother also had us take piano lessons, and this had a similar effect. I hated those lessons, but I now play regularly for pleasure and have even tried my hand at composing.

A person obsessed with ultimate truth is a person asking to be relieved of money.

In parallel with the development of my interests in technical gadgetry I began to acquire a profound love of and respect for the natural world which motivates my scientific thinking to this day.

The modern concept of the vacuum of space, confirmed every day by experiment, is a relativistic ether.

But the need for conflict to expose prejudice and unclear reasoning, which is deeply embedded in my philosophy of science, has its origin in these debates.

Western society has many flaws, and it is good for an educated person to have thought some of these through, even at the expense of losing a lecture or two to tear gas.

It was at Bell Labs that I first made direct contact with real semiconductor experts and thus began to fully understand what amazing materials they were and what they could do.

I was an extremely reclusive and introverted boy.

Sometimes the truth feels good.

To reject any vast group of one's cultural ancestors in the cause of some current theory is not just arr

You don't have to fear defeat if you believe it may reveal powers that you didn't know you possessed.

Our individual lives cannot, generally, be works of art unless the social order is also.

Someone is always fighting for something, and they're always fighting for something better. Now, how that gets done is the true question.

We are born to create, and we can't help it. Why is that? Because God, the great Creator, is in us.

I have always felt sorry for people afraid of feeling, of sentimentality, who are unable to weep with their whole heart. Because those who do not know how to weep do not know how to laugh either.

When we all help each other out, when we stand together, we are stronger together.

I've been told by people I respect that flashbacks only work if they have their own narrative, but they can't be part of the present narrative.

Our sins, like to our shadows, when our day was in its glory, scarce appeared; toward our evening, how great and monstrous!