37 is a lumpy number, a bit like porridge. Six is very small and dark and cold, and whenever I was little trying to understand what sadness is I would imagine myself inside a number six and having that experience of cold and darkness. Similarly, number four is a shy number.

Every culture has contributed to maths just as it has contributed to literature. It's a universal language; numbers belong to everyone.

Moment by moment throughout our lifetime, our brains hum with the work of making meaning: weaving together many thousands of threads of information into all manner of thoughts, feelings, memories, and ideas.

It was hard for me to find my voice because I was, for so long, absorbed in my own world.

Even the greatest mathematicians, the ones that we would put into our mythology of great mathematicians, had to do a great deal of leg work in order to get to the solution in the end.

The human brain is like a memory system that records every thing that happens to us and makes intelligent predictions based on those experiences.

I'm inconsistent because I'm human.