I think he should have won the Nobel Prize. I don't know why he didn't. He was sort of a shy person who didn't promote himself outside the scientific community. He would rather work in the lab.

I'm never going to be in danger of getting the Nobel Prize for literature.

Never have a picture of a well-adjusted African on the cover of your book, or in it, unless that African has won the Nobel prize.

There is no magical formula for winning a Nobel Prize.

It's a pity that nobody has found an exploding black hole. If they had, I would have won a Nobel prize.

Is there no context for our lives? No song, no literature, no poem full of vitamins, no history connected to experience that you can pass along to help us start strong? You are an adult. The old one, the wise one. Stop thinking about saving your face. Think of our lives and tell us your particularized world. Make up a story. Narrative is radical, creating us at the very moment it is being created. We will not blame you if your reach exceeds your grasp; if love so ignites your words they go down in flames and nothing is left but their scald. Or if, with the reticence of a surgeon's hands, your words suture only the places where blood might flow. We know you can never do it properly - once and for all. Passion is never enough; neither is skill. But try. For our sake and yours forget your name in the street; tell us what the world has been to you in the dark places and in the light. Don't tell us what to believe, what to fear. Show us belief s wide skirt and the stitch that unravels fear's caul. You, old woman, blessed with blindness, can speak the language that tells us what only language can: how to see without pictures. Language alone protects us from the scariness of things with no names. Language alone is meditation.