Not a single one of the cells that compose you knows who you are, or cares.
Sweet Dreams: Philosophical Obstacles to a Science of ConsciousnessIf one has never known freedom, it is easy to be blind to the gridirons composing one's cell.
Wishing Stars: Space Opera FairytalesI may be the only person in the world who has my own embryonic cells growing in a petri dish.
Peter Nygard