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The center of our galaxy is a fascinating place where extreme physics takes place, and it's a privilege to study it.
The boundary between physics and mathematics is not as clear-cut as we might think.
The universe is under no obligation to make sense to us.
There is something profoundly mysterious about quantum mechanics that we still don't understand.
Mathematics is not just a human invention; it has a deep reality that exists independently of us.
The universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose.
We are all exiles in some way, searching for a home that may not exist.
Loneliness is the price we pay for self-awareness.
The past is never truly past; it lives inside us.
We are all waiting for something, even if we don’t know what it is.
Memory is not just personal, it's collective. We remember through others and others remember through us.
We carry our homelands within us, even as we leave them behind.
Stories are the way we make sense of the chaos of existence.
The past is always with us, for it feeds the present.
Memory is the only paradise from which we cannot be driven.
The poet’s job is to put into words those feelings we all have that are so deep, so important, and yet so difficult to name.
We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.
We are all detectives of our own past.
We are all haunted by the shadows of our former selves.
We live among myths, and sometimes we don’t even realize it.