Stephen Hawking Quotes

I'm very interested in voice synthesis and vocoders in general.

I love wearing things that come with a story.

Even now that I'm married and 28, my room's still intact the way it was when I went to high school.

I don't ever want to part with any of my shoes. They all have a special place in my heart because they say something about who you are today.

I tend to look out for things with a resonance to my youth - artists or objects that seemed romantic all those years ago. I never buy anything purely for its value. I like possessions that smile back at me.

Everything I own has some significance to me.

In every woman's wardrobe, there are certain accessories that cannot be separated from their back stories.

I get verklempt if I see a vintage TI-30 or TI-54 calculator. But I don't think I'd want to use one.

I still have my Levi's jacket that I bought on the Portobello Road when I was 14, and it's like part of me, you know, it's got oils in it, and it's my comfort, security blanket or something.

I started thinking about this truck and why do I still have this same truck? After all of these years, why am I holding on to that? I just starting thinking about other things: guitars, boots and jeans. I just had a tendency to hold on to the things that have meaning to me.

My Beijing jersey means more to me than any of them.

All that you've loved is all you own

That's why we feel so disoriented, irritated even, when these touchstones from our past are altered. We don't like it when our hometown changes, even in small ways. It's unsettling. The playground! It used to be right here, I swear. Mess with our hometown, and you're messing with our past, with who we are. Nobody likes that.

I am certain that over the course of your own life, you have noticed that people's rooms reflect their personalities. In my room, for instance, I have gathered a collection of objects that are important to me, including a dusty accordion on which I can play a few sad songs, a large bundle of notes on the activities of the Baudelaire orphans, and a blurry photograph, taken a very long time ago, of a woman whose name is Beatrice. These are items that are very precious and dear to me.

I would really rather feel bad in Maine than feel good anywhere else

It was all I had, all I've ever had, the only currency, the only proof that I was alive. Memory.

The apartment was entirely, was only, for her: a wall of books, both read and unread, all of them dear to her not only in themselves, their tender spines, but in the moments or periods they evoked… Her self, then, was represented in her books; her times in her records; and the rest of the room she thought of as a pure, blank slate.

It’s hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.

All those moments, those memories. Everything that we are, compressed in just two or three kilos of paper — the weight of a human heart.

I have nothing against people getting their band back together, but the artists I love marked a time in my life, and to merge that time with now can be personally depressing.

The girl traced the outline of her lover's shadow so she would always have a record of how he looked.

Over the years, one comes to measure a place, too, not just for the beauty it may give, the balminess of its breezes, the insouciance and relaxation it encourages, the sublime pleasures it offers, but for what it teaches. The way in which it alters our perception of the human. It is not so much that you want to return to indifferent or difficult places, but that you want to not forget.

Construed as turf, home just seems a provisional claim, a designation you make upon a place, not one it makes on you. A certain set of buildings, a glimpsed, smudged window-view across a schoolyard, a musty aroma sniffed behind a garage when you were a child, all of which come crowding in upon your latter-day senses -- those are pungent things and vivid, even consoling. But to me they are also inert and nostalgic and unlikely to connect you to the real, to that essence art can sometimes achieve, which is permanence.

I may not remember my name or what country I live in, but you and that pie is something I will never forget.

My house, my house, though thou art small, Thou art to me the Escurial.