Love me like Saturday night, like three glasses of champagne, like the room is spinning, like you're drunk on my love.

You have not realized yet that both of you are mine, have you?

In Wilson's scale of evaluations breakfast rated just after life itself and ahead of the chance of immortality.

And now leave me in peace for a bit! I don't want to answer a string of questions while I am eating. I want to think!""Good Heavens!" said Pippin. "At breakfast?

The weekends are too short for sleep!

Richard Feynman was fond of giving the following advice on how to be a genius. You have to keep a dozen of your favorite problems constantly present in your mind, although by and large they will lay in a dormant state. Every time you hear or read a new trick or a new result, test it against each of your twelve problems to see whether it helps. Every once in a while there will be a hit, and people will say, 'How did he do it? He must be a genius!