[T]he laws of quantum mechanics itself cannot be formulated ... without recourse to the concept of consciousness.

The miracle of the appropriateness of the language of mathematics for the formulation of the laws of physics is a wonderful gift which we neither understand nor deserve.

Solipsism may be logically consistent with present Quantum Mechanics, Monism in the sense of Materialism is not.

It was not possible to formulate the laws of quantum mechanics in a fully consistent way without reference to the consciousness.

The unreasonable efficiency of mathematics in science is a gift we neither understand nor deserve.

There are two kinds of people in the world: Johnny Von Neumann and the rest of us.

OK, so the computer has understood, but what about me ?

The simplicities of natural laws arise through the complexities of the language we use for their expression.

The enormous usefulness of mathematics in the natural sciences is something bordering on the mysterious and there is no rational explanation of it.

It's nice the know the computer understands the situation, but I would like to understand it too.

... mathematics is the science of skillful operations with concepts and rules invented just for this purpose.

We must choose our allegiances carefully, for there is no going back on them.

again I am torn between the necessity and the impossibility of answering.

I mean, what is prison, really, except a good bar without the liquor?

Wormholes don't exist because the only way they would exist is if they were seeded with exotic material created by an intelligence far beyond our own. Something would have to make one.

I just think that giving a child a chance and sharing what you have with a child is one of the greatest gifts you can give yourself, as well as a child.

We all learn by imitating, as children, as students, as novices in the world of business. And then we grow up and learn to blend our innate abilities with the rules or principles we have learned.

Every once in a while, you let a word or phrase out and you want to catch it and bring it back. You can't do that. It's gone, gone forever.

Cultivate night-blooming jasmine near your bedroom window, and dream of men you've always longed for.

I'm crazy about you, Spartan.

You see more sitting still than chasing after.