We have 26,000 genes. But a blind, millimetre-long roundworm with only 959 cells in total already has over 19,000.
Me cansé de soñar en sentido contrario... Si mi alma se mueve por cielos abiertos, y tú tienes miedo a volar... Si conjugas la vida en pasado imperfecto y jamás aprendiste a creer ni a olvidar...
Don Quixote is not just Don Quixote; La Mancha is not just geography; It is our personal territory— Terra Nostra.
After Cannes, my agent told me to get the next flight to LA. He was right. I had a part in 'Prime Suspect 3' by the end of the week.
There is some place where your specialties can shine. Somewhere that difference can be expressed. It's up to you to find it, and you can.
What the Ellison Foundation and I are hoping to encourage is a more holistic approach to psychiatry, in which psychotherapy is put on as rigorous a level as psychopharmacology.
In females, the author has found the application of pure carbolic acid to the clitoris an excellent means of allaying the abnormal excitement.
Tu es ma came, plus mortelle que l'héroïne afghane, plus dangereux que la blanche colombienne, tu es ma solution à mon doux problème.
I have been very fortunate as to escape through another day's very severe fighting and escaped unhurt.
Repito que… es mentira el cristal con que me miras; es mentira que dude de dudar; es mentira que más de cien mentiras no digan la verdad.
A poor self-image is the magnifying glass that can transform a trivial mistake or an imperfection into an overwhelming symbol of personal defeat.
Perfection' is man's ultimate illusion. It simply doesn't exist in the universe.... If you are a perfectionist, you are guaranteed to be a loser in whatever you do.
Between New York and LA, there's 200 million people that aren't hip, and they don't want to be hip.
We now live in the era of the super-specialist - of clinicians who have taken the time to practice at one narrow thing until they can do it better than anyone who hasn't.
Give immediate instruction to all your posts in said territory, under your direction, at no time and on no pretence to hoist, or suffer be hoisted, the English flag.
Captain Dudley Smith: I wouldn't trade places with Edmund Exley right now for all the whiskey in Ireland.
Captain Dudley Smith: Go back to Jersey, sonny. This is the City of the Angels, and you haven't got any wings.
Dick Stensland: You're like Santa Claus with that list, Bud, except everyone on it's been naughty.
Captain Dudley Smith: I admire you as a policeman - particularly your adherence to violence as a necessary adjunct to the job.
Captain Dudley Smith: Hold up your badge, so they'll know you're a policeman.
Ed Exley: Bud hates himself for what he did. Lynn Bracken: I know how he feels.
