Biramous Legs Quotes & Sayings

You musn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling. — Christopher Nolan

Deutsch and her colleagues, in their 2006 paper, suggested that their work not only has "implications for the issues of modularity in the processing of speech and music ... [but] of the evolutionary origin" of both. In particular, they see absolute pitch, whatever its subsequent vicissitudes, as having been crucial to the origins of both speech and music. In his book The Singing Neanderthals: The Origins of Music, Language, Mind and Body, Steven Mithen takes this idea further, suggesting that music and language have a common origin, and that a sort of combined protomusic-cum-protolanguage was characteristic of the Neanderthal mind. — Oliver Sacks

War's a funny thing. Some men go off and come home again just fine. But there's some that come home and never do come back. — Victoria Wilcox

Every Iraqi would I know would rather have Saddam back ... I mean like ... that does not even take rocket science. — Jodie Evans

Well, I think there's not much of a chance for me finding somebody of my age. Gentlemen of my age are dropping down 30 years to find girlfriends. — Victoria Wood

I'm one of those that believes you can't be one kind of a man and another kind of president. — Phil McGraw

You won't ever be totally gotten by any human. That's part of the fun. — Debby Ryan

Zane raised his brow. "Didn't I say that yesterday?" he asked, forcing
himself to be patient. Somehow.
"You say that like you think I listen to you," Ty responded instantly, a
smile pulling at his lips. — Abigail Roux

Carpe diem. It sounds like that's what you're — Danielle Steel

You know sometimes when you're in a really bad mood and you're not sure why? That's how I get sometimes. — Maisie Williams

No blade can puncture the human heart like the well-chosen words of a spiteful son. — Abraham Verghese

One went to school, one wanted to act, one started to act, and one's still acting. — Maggie Smith

What model reader did I want as i was writing? An accomplice, to be sure, one who would play my game. — Umberto Eco