I love music. I have a fondness for Chopin, and I very much like his 'Raindrop Prelude.'

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.

There is no such thing as an average person. They really are guidelines for people to grapple with the unknown, and we can always surprise expectations.

There are estimated to be fewer that 50 prodigious savants worldwide. If we were brought together, it would be disappointing in the sense of us having different abilities. One thing that would make me feel united with them would be the sense of us having grown up in isolation.

Like works of literature, mathematical ideas help expand our circle of empathy, liberating us from the tyranny of a single, parochial point of view. Numbers, properly considered, make us better people.

Aesthetic judgments, rather than abstract reasoning, guide and shape the process by which we all come to know what we know.