I don't know what my label is. I just think of myself as a plain forward. I like to think I have some finesse to my game, but inside the paint is where men are made. If you can't play there, you should be home with your mama.

My father has a pragmatic mind. He marched with Dr. King in the '60s, and he's very much for women's rights.

Tori Amos

Refining is inevitable in science when you have made measurements of a phenomenon for a long period of time.

Charles Francis Richter

Moral certainty is always a sign of cultural inferiority. The more uncivilized the man, the surer he is that he knows precisely what is right and what is wrong. All human progress, even in morals, has been the work of men who have doubted the current moral values, not of men who have whooped them up and tried to enforce them. The truly civilized man is always skeptical and tolerant, in this field as in all others. His culture is based on I am not too sure.

H. L. Mencken

That is why I often find myself at such cross-purposes with the modern world: I have been a converted Pagan living among apostate Puritans.

C.S. Lewis

Content makes poor men rich; discontent makes rich men poor.

Benjamin Franklin

There is no winning or losing, but rather the value is in the experience of imagining yourself as a character in whatever genre you're involved in, whether it's a fantasy game, the Wild West, secret agenst or whatever else. You get to sort of vicariously experience those things.

Gary Gygax

My dad loves what I do and I support my parents financially because they didn't have a job that gave them a pension.

Marilyn Manson

As I take up my pen I feel myself so full, so equal to my subject, and see my book so clearly before me in embryo, I would almost like to try to say it all in a single word.

G. C. (Georg Christoph) Lichtenb

When in doubt, tell the truth.

Source Unknown

Beware of the half truth. You may have gotten hold of the wrong half.

Source Unknown

Do not be so ridiculous, I can more easily find you someone else. Gripping the bars of his prison so strongly that the bones of his knuckles showed prominently through his pale skin, the monster growled again, I will have no other. Nearing the end of his patience, Klaus demanded, Why? Why are you being so impossible? Turning to the diminutive creature beneath the blanket, he smiled nastily, his light red eyes gleaming, Because he wants her.

Gwenn Wright

Mathematicians are like Frenchman: whatever you say to them they translate Into their own language, and forthwith it is something entirely different.

Johann von Goethe