This is my work. How dare they don't believe me? Why they can finish their school? I feel so lost...Why me? I don't know what should I do. Let me destroy it.
Hal, I am leaving.
Let's talk, just a few minutes. I now am sure it is your proof, the method, the handwriting, everything is yours. Take it.
It’s been a pretty weird couple of years. I am tired, but I will figure things out...
My sister thinks I need. I have taken care of my father for five years. Maybe it's my turn.
I swear you can be an excellent female mathematician...
Stay in Chicago if you don't want to go. Do you need looking after?
Maybe you will be better than your dad.
How many days have i lost? How can i go back to the place where i started? If i go back to the beginning, I could started over again. I could go line by line ,trying to find a shorter way. I could try to make it better.
Who would put up with all life’s humiliations when you could simply take out your knife and call it quits? Who would choose to grunt and sweat through an exhausting life rather than rush off to seek the ones we don’t? Our natural boldness becomes weak with too much thinking. Actions that should be carried out at once get misdirected, and stop being actions at all.
To be or not to be? Life or death?
Oh, I am dying, Horatio.
Give Fortinbras the election to the Danish crown.