Alvermann Unrau Quotes & Sayings

They found that some emotionally involved brain structures were highly activated by the choice of immediate or near-term rewards. These areas were associated with impulsive behavior, including drug addiction. In contrast, when participants opted for longer-term rewards with higher return, lateral areas of the cortex involved in higher cognition and deliberation were more active.18 And the higher the activity in these lateral areas, the more the participant was willing to defer gratification. — David Eagleman

There are dark, hard, cherty silt-stones from some deep ocean trench full of rapidly accumulating Pennsylvanian guck. — John McPhee

It is beginning to be doubtful whether Parliament and Congress sit in Westminster and Washington, or in the editorial rooms of the leading journals,
so thoroughly is everything debated before the authorized and responsible debaters get on their legs. — James Russell Lowell

I imagine there are a lot of people who will never be able to accept me because they feel I've let them down, but I am a different person, and most people have welcomed me back in that spirit. — Natalie Cole

"Back in the day when I started - it's like I walked five miles to school in the snow barefooted" - there were three channels.I don't know what I would do. — Oprah Winfrey

I want to have compassion for my characters - I feel like I am the characters when I'm writing them. — Mike White

We are ourselves only by the sum of our failures. — Emil Cioran

She was a bibliophile - she would be perfectly happy never talking to another human being again as long as she had books to read. — Brenda L. Harper

What were you supposed to do?" he asks in an amused voice.
"Save you. Only I wasn't actually supposed to do that, was I?"
"That's the hardest part," he says. " The absence of certainty. — Cynthia Hand

'The Woman on the Train' just didn't sound as good. I'll take care next time not to have 'girl' in the title. — Paula Hawkins

Then she did see it there - just a face, peering through the curtains, hanging in midair like a mask. A head-scarf concealed the hair and the glassy eyes stared inhumanly, but it wasn't a mask, it couldn't be. The skin had been powdered dead-white and two hectic spots of rouge centered on the cheekbones. It wasn't a mask. It was the face of a crazy old woman. Mary started to scream, and then the curtains parted further and a hand appeared, holding a butcher's knife. It was the knife that, a moment later, cut off her scream.
And her head. — Robert Bloch