Microarray Technique Quotes & Sayings

There's like a dude at the door, asking for you?"
"Did you let him in?"
"No. I said I would check with you."
"Well, did you ask his name?"
"Yeah. It's Mr. Rickard."
"That's Adam you idiot! Go and let him in!"
"But he's like fit!"
"No need to sound so shocked."
"You're dating him?"
"Yes. look, I haven't got time to go this, and he is standing out on the doorstep."
"Fucking hell Mum, like, way to go. — Robert Bryndza

Whenever you get a sharp pain, you need to back it off. — Stephanie Rice

Would you like to hold my sword?" He asked the question with a gleam in his eyes.
Lucy burst out laughing. At least she didn't giggle again. "You did not just say that. But, um, yeah, I'd like to hold your sword, Agent Riley."
Hunter grinned and unzipped his backpack, pulling out something surprisingly small. He held it out to her, and noticed the disappointed look on her face. "Expecting something bigger?"
She smirked at his continued play on words. She had a lifetime of training in verbal and physical sparring; he was no match for her. "They say size doesn't matter, but I disagree."
Hunter, who apparently hadn't expected her response, choked on his own comeback and unsheathed the sword, then placed it in her hand. "You have to stroke it a certain way to make it bigger. — Kimberly Kinrade

Riding in advance, we passed over one of these great plains; we looked back and saw the line of scattered horsemen stretching for a mile or more; and far in the rear against the horizon, the white wagons creeping slowly along. — Francis Parkman

I felt nobody would understand what was going on in my mind. — Gabriela Sabatini

Everything is 'just a story'. Tragedy, comedy, end of the world, what ever it's just a story. What matters is making sure it's heard. — Mira Grant

Three or four days later he was still thinking about seal flipper pie. Remembered the two raw eggs Petal gave him. That he invested with pathetic meaning.
'Petal,' said Quoyle to Wavey, 'hated to cook. Hardly ever did.' Thought of the times he had fixed dinner for her, set put his stupid candles, folded the napkins as though they were important, waited and finally ate alone, the radio on for company. And later dined with the children, shoveling in canned spaghetti, scraping baby food off small chins.
'Once she gave me two eggs. Raw eggs for a present.' He had made an omelet of them, hand-fed her as thought she were a nestling bird. And saved the shells in a paper cup on top of the kitchen cabinet. Where they still must be. — Annie Proulx

I should have been trying to build a career, rather than leaving it in the hands of somebody else. — Ray Walston