Skulls Quotes Page 2

I had this fantasy of becoming a neurosurgeon.

You know, the normal Jewish boy fantasy, but I wanted to be a neurosurgeon for some reason. So I started in this unpleasant way. I was an assistant to the coroner, opening up corpses, taking the innards out, opening skulls, taking the brains out.

When you’re in love, your brain secretes endorphins into your blood.

Organic morphine leaks out of a gland in your skull, feels like a low-grade opium rush. Some people confuse the two, the head rush and the love. You think you’re in love with a person, but you’re in love with a syringe.

No one is born just once. If you're lucky, you'll emerge again in someone's arms; or unlucky, wake when the long tail of terror brushes the inside of your skull.

It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess that I covet your skull.

I'm tired of being ruled by the Skull and Bones. The only place they belong are on punk-rock albums!

I walked over and looked closer at the statue of the goddess.

She was wearing a headdress with a skull and a cobra and a crescent moon. Maybe this is what peace of mind was all about: having a poisonous snake on your head and smiling anyway.

The brain, or cerebrum, is a material entity located inside the skull which may be inspected, touched, weighed, and measured. It is composed of chemicals, enzymes, and humors which may be analyzed. Its structure is characterized by neurons, pathways, and synapses which may be examined directly when they are properly magnified.

The human brain is the last, and greatest, scientific frontier.

It is truly an internal cosmos that lies contained within our skulls. The more than 100 billion nerve cells and trillion supporting cells that make up your brain and mine constitute the most elaborate structure in the known universe.

Echoing the criticism made of his father's habilis skulls, he added that Lucy's skull was so incomplete that most of it was 'imagination made of plaster of Paris', thus making it impossible to draw any firm conclusion about what species she belonged to.

Her mind is a bird that's trapped inside her skull, flapping and thrashing, never breaking free.

In a museum in Havana, there are two skulls of Christopher Columbus, one when he was a boy and one when he was a man

There is great treasure there behind our skull and this is true about all of us.

This little treasure has great, great powers, and I would say we only have learnt a very, very small part of what it can do.

I can't bear the silent ringing in my skull.

Now panic beats and flutters inside my skull like a flock of starlings locked in an attic.

All nationalistic distinctions - all claims to be better than somebody else because you have a different-shaped skull or speak a different dialect - are entirely spurious, but they are important so long as people believe in them.

The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull.

It didn't hurt, did it? When I hit you?" "Sure.

Fractured skull. Concussion, the lot..." "But seriously, Kath. No hard feelings, right? I'm awfully sorry. I honestly am.

Hell is paved with priests' skulls.

I have a real passion for bones. I have many others in Boisgeloup: skeletons of birds, dog's and sheep's heads. I even have a rhinoceros skull.

I would say that hardware is the bone of the head, the skull.

The semiconductor is the brain within the head. The software is the wisdom and data is the knowledge.

Melancholy sees the worst of things, things as they may be, and not as they are.

It looks upon a beautiful face, and sees but a grinning skull.

Can you imagine any better example of divine creative accomplishment that the consummate flying machine that is a bird? The skeleton, very flexible and strong, is also largely pneumatic - especially in the bigger birds. The beak, skull, feet, and all the other bones of a 25-pound pelican have been found to weigh but 23 ounces.

Always eyes watching you and the voice enveloping you.

Asleep or awake, indoors or out of doors, in the bath or bed- no escape. Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimeters in your skull.

Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls.

There may be organic life out there, or maybe machines created by long-dead civilizations, but any signals, even if they are difficult to decode, would tell us that the concepts of logic and physics are not limited to the hardware in human skulls, and will transform our view of the universe.

Any man who can look handsome in a dirty baseball suit is an Adonis.

There is something about the baggy pants, and the Micawber-shaped collar, and the skull-fitting cap, and the foot or so of tan, or blue, or pink undershirt sleeve sticking out at the arms, that just naturally kills a man's best points.

The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure.

Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by an invader. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing.

Why is the human skull as dense as it is? Nowadays we can send a message around the world in one-seventh of a second, but it takes years to drive an idea through a quarter-inch of human skull.

The road to hell is paved with leeks and potatoes

Hoping to fashion a mirror, the lover doth polish the face of his beloved until he produces a skull.

"Godling? Demigod?" Lysis nearly howled.

"You'd be beaten black and blue in Thebes, and staked out overnight for claims like that. In Sparta, the secret police would ambush you, violate you, skin you alive and use your skull for a drinking cup."

I think it was when I ran into Kerouac and Burroughs - when I was 17 - that I realized I was talking through an empty skull... I wasn't thinking my own thoughts or saying my own thoughts.

You know, many people believe that we archaeologists are just a collection of old fogies digging around in the ruins after old dried up skulls and bones.

Don't think of yourself as an intestinal tract and tangle of nerves in the skull, that will not work unless you drink coffee. Think of yourself as incandescent power, illuminated perhaps and forever talked to by God and his messengers.... Think if Tiffany's made a mosquito, how wonderful we would think it was!

Hell is out of fashion --institutional hells at any rate.

The populated infernos of the 20th century are more private affairs, the gaps between the bars are the sutures of one's own skull. . .