Zitat des Tages über Würfel / Cubes:
We have fried things in cubes, historically. We tried bars of Hollandaise, we tried different shapes, but it ultimately seemed like the cube was the right shape.
I am obsessed with ice cubes. Obsessed.
Having your book turned into a movie is like seeing your oxen turned into bouillon cubes.
I was mainly raised by a working mum who didn't have much time or inclination for making food. So I had three or four basic meals: fish fingers and a tomato; a packet scotch egg and a tomato; pasta with a tin of tomatoes; and extra mild plastic-y cheddar chopped into cubes with bits of cucumber.
Like after a nice walk when you have seen many lovely sights you decide to go home, after a while I decided it was time to go home, let us put the cubes back in order. And it was at that moment that I came face to face with the Big Challenge: What is the way home?
I used to jog but the ice cubes kept falling out of my glass.
The squares of the periodic times are to each other as the cubes of the mean distances.
