Part Of My Mind Is Working On

No One Is Calling Me. I Can’t Check The Answering Machine Because I Have Been Here All This Time. If I Go Out, Someone May Call While I’m Out. Then I Can Check The Answering Machine When I Come Back In.

There Is Something Very Pleasing About The Principles Of Science And The Rules Of Math, Because They Are So Inevitable And So Harmonious - In The Abstract, Anyway.

I Don't Believe, In The End, That There Is Any Such Thing As No Style. Even A Very Neutral, Plain Style, One That Doesn't Use Colloquialisms, Lyrical Flourishes, Heavy Supplies Of Metaphor, Etc., Is A Style, And It Becomes A Writer's Characteristic Style Just As Much As A Thicker, Richer Deployment Of Idiom And Vocabulary.

I Am Basically The Sort Of Person Who Has Stage-fright Teaching. I Kind Of Creep Into A Classroom. I'm Not An Anecdote-teller, Either, Although I Often Wish I Were.

We Feel An Affinity With A Certain Thinker Because We Agree With Him; Or Because He Shows Us What We Were Already Thinking; Or Because He Shows Us In A More Articulate Form What We Were Already Thinking; Or Because He Shows Us What We Were On The Point Of Thinking; Or What We Would Sooner Or Later Have Thought; Or What We Would Have Thought Much Later If We Hadn’t Read It Now; Or What We Would Have Been Likely To Think But Never Would Have Thought If We Hadn’t Read It Now; Or What We Would Have Liked To Think But Never Would Have Thought If We Hadn’t Read It Now.