We should get rid of the SAT as fast as we can. Look, there are bigger problems in society. This is not the biggest problem we have. But it's so easy to get rid of it. Right? Just pull the plug.

The Internet will save higher education, but it may kill your alma mater.

After graduation, I took a job with Manufacturers Hanover Trust in software development. I don't think I was there more than a month.

I hated being a public company CEO.

You still remember your SAT scores. And everybody else does too. Everybody's forgotten everything about themselves, everything else about high school. They remember their SAT scores.

I'd never taken an SAT prep course. They were for weaker students.

I think a good entrepreneur has a very clear grasp of what the goal is, an unwavering sense of the goal, an utterly agile approach of getting there.

Exciting discoveries in neuroscience are allowing us to fit educational methods to new understandings of how the brain develops.

Almost everyone who has claimed to know what kids need to learn or how they learn has turned out to be wrong.

There shouldn't be one Sal Khan - there should be 100,000 of them.

We must be careful not to discourage our twelve-year-olds by making them waste the best years of their lives preparing for examinations.

The keys of happiness and success lie beyond your fear fences. Jump over the fences NOW

No good deed ever goes unpunished.

You can play professional lacrosse, but they make less than a teacher's salary now. I always thought about that. And it's a very difficult career, a short career, as a pro athlete.

I grew up in Cambridge in England, and my love of mathematics dates from those early childhood days.

I don't understand why people like me! It doesn't make any sense!

There's more violence in one football game than there is in an entire hockey season, and nobody ever talks about that.

Think positive girl, or the world ends.

The round of a passionate man's life is in contracting debts in his passion, which his virtue obliges him to pay. He spends his time in outrage and acknowledgment, injury and reparation.

I seemed busy, busy, busy, but I suppose, if pressed, I might have admitted that, for all my frenzy, I was very much alone.