Reconocimientos Y Quotes & Sayings

When we talk about genes for anything, like a gene for being gay or a gene for being aggressive or something of that sort, that a gene for anything may not have been a gene for that thing under different environmental conditions. — Richard Dawkins

Sex the night before a race is only tiring if you have to go looking for it! — Bruce Fordyce

Anger was such an easy emotion to feel, the refuge of someone who didn't want to work too hard. Because his — Nathan Hill

Right after 'Backspacer,' my best friend got killed tragically. Something happened to me then where I got super motivated. I had a shelf of all this unfinished music ... So I just went to work and made a conscious decision that I was going to finish a bunch of stuff. Life's short. — Jeff Ament

You just don't really rehearse kissing scenes, whether it's male or female. — James Franco

Coca-Cola and fries, the wafer and wine of the Western religion of commerce. — Tad Williams

I am a pack of nerves while waiting for the moment, and this feeling grows and grows and grows and then it explodes, it is a physical joy, a dance, space and time united. Yes, yes, yes, yes! — Henri Cartier-Bresson

Everything's coming up roses - for me. — Ethel Merman

If I'm sending emails, and I get all wound up and stressed and don't know what to do with myself for 20 minutes, I just go soak in hot water and lie there, thinking, 'What should I do?' So it's meditative. — Tom Ford

I know nothing sadder than a hunchback in love or an ugly woman full of romantic ideals. — Emile Zola

His physiognomy had an air of requesting your attention, which it rewarded or not, according to the charm you found in a blue eye of remarkable fixedness and a jaw of somewhat angular mold, which is supposed to bespeak resolution. — Henry James

A non-fucking fuck-friend, I guess. A non-friction friend. — Morgan Parker

At six o'clock we cleaned our cells,
At seven all was still,
But the sough and swing of a mighty wing
The prison seemed to fill,
For the Lord of Death with icy breath
Had entered in to kill. — Oscar Wilde