I loved hard-rock bands, and I loved songwriters who told stories.
I do not propose to criticize the fatuous argument I have just outlined; here, to expound is to expose.
The human mind treats a new idea the same way the body treats a strange protein; it rejects it.
A scientist is no more a collector and classifier of facts than a historian is a man who complies and classifies a chronology of the dates of great battles and major discoveries.
Deductivism in mathematical literature and inductivism in scientific papers are simply the postures we choose to be seen in when the curtain goes up and the public sees us. The theatrical illusion is shattered if we ask what goes on behind the scenes. In real life discovery and justification are almost always different processes.
To deride the hope of progress is the ultimate fatuity, the last word in poverty of spirit and meanness of mind.
Scientists who think science consists of unprejudiced data-gathering without speculation are merely cows grazing on the pasture of knowledge.
When I see people of my likeness, or who are somebody that I feel connected to, doing something great, I fee like I can do it. It gives me some hope and vision.
Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.
Each time I did assignments or editorials, I realized that I wanted to do something more. I saw that it wasn't just about the clothes.
I don’t believe one reads to escape reality. A person reads to confirm a reality he knows is there, but which he has not experienced.