He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.

The deepest problems in mathematics often arise from the simplest questions.

Life is too short for long-term grudges.

"The act of writing is an act of resistance, a way to reclaim one's voice and identity."