Wilhelm Strasse Quotes & Sayings

The real work of us mathematicians, from now until, roughly, fifty years from now, when computers won't need us anymore, is to make the transition from human-centric math to machine-centric math as smooth and efficient as possible. — Doron Zeilberger

You're never too young to start being a hero. Practice dueling one-handed so you never need to drop your blankie. - THE HERO'S GUIDE TO BEING A HERO — Christopher Healy

To be the altar boy at the first Mass of the day was a sacred initiation rite. It was like being hazed at a fraternity, only more Catholic. — Ian Morgan Cron

You get bored if you do the same thing too much. — Shawn Ashmore

Cheers, Tom. I'm shagging your daughter again. Oh, and before I forget, you must know that her safety is completely in my hands now. Did I also mention that she is mine? Mine, Tom. I keep what's mine very close and very safe. — Raine Miller

Connection was always enough. Not touching. Not talking. Just a feeling that in the world your not alone. — Donal O'Callaghan

I'd love to have kids, but not at the moment. — Zara Phillips

When you're young, you try to meet that expectation that people have of you. It can be very stressful. But with time it's become less of problem. — Catherine Deneuve

I normally eat everything under the sun, but once a year, for a whole month, I eat nothing but fruits, vegetables, nuts, and lean fish, and I feel great! — Elizabeth Mitchell

In Leipzig [in the 14th century], the university found it necessary to promulgate a rule against throwing stones at the professors. As late as 1495, a German statute explicitly forbade anyone associated with the university from drenching freshmen with urine. — Leonard Mlodinow

Lover?" The boy lifts an eyebrow suggestively. My face grows hot. "He's my - my friend." "Then why worry?" The boy flashes a grin tinged with wickedness, and I find myself smiling in return. I glance over my shoulder at Izzi, talking to an earnest-looking Scholar. She laughs at something he says, her hands, for once, not straying to her eyepatch. When she catches me watching, she looks between the Tribal boy and me and waggles her eyebrows. My face goes hot again. One dance can't hurt; we can leave after. The — Sabaa Tahir