Life would be indeed easier if the experimentalists would only pause for a little while!

Growing up, mostly in Montreal, I was an only child of loving parents.

Being exposed to theory, stimulated by a basic love of concepts and mathematics, was a marvelous experience.

My interest in the sciences started with mathematics in the very beginning, and later with chemistry in early high school and the proverbial home chemistry set.

During my McGill years, I took a number of math courses, more than other students in chemistry.

My education at Baron Byng High School was excellent, with dedicated masters (boys and girls were separate).

After a subsequent interview at Brooklyn Poly, I was hired, and life as a fully independent researcher began.

After some minor pieces of theoretical study that I worked on, a student in my statistical mechanics class brought to my attention a problem in polyelectrolytes.

My life as a working theorist began three months after this preliminary study and background reading, when Oscar gently nudged me toward working on a particular problem.

I have always loved going to school.

I am longing for you in life and in deathAs the moon is longing for night and life is longing for breath

People don't change their behavior unless it makes a difference for them to do so.

Blessed are the idiots, for they are happiest people on earth.

Is it normal to make a minute-to-minute schedule for the timing of thanksgiving? I'm asking for a friend.

There has never been nationhood without falsehood.

On Earth, we still have a beautiful atmosphere that precisely maintains a thermally driven climatic system that shelters, shields and sustains our natural treasures.

Compassion is not feeling sorry for others. It's not soft. It requires an intellectual effort.

I've got a passion for what I'm doing and I feel privileged all the time.

Space and silence are synonymous. Joy, fulfillment brings the silence. Desire brings noise. Silence is the cure, because in silence you come back to the source, and that creates joy

You don't like me, but you love me; either way, you're wrong.