brains

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b442887	Atlantis?' Jason asked. 'That's a myth,' Percy said. 'Uh...don't we deal in myths?' 'No, I mean it's a MADE-UP myth. Not like, an actual true myth.' 'So this is why Annabeth is the brains of the operation, huh?	brains made-up-myth myths true-myth percy-jackson jason-grace	Rick Riordan
96e5de4	There is hope, even when your brain tells you there isn't.	thoughts hope inner-thoughts brains mental-illness mental-health	John Green
5ac7146	The ugly and stupid have the best of it in this world. They can sit at their ease and gape at the play. If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat. They live as we all should live-- undisturbed, indifferent, and without disquiet. They never bring ruin upon others, nor ever receive it from alien hands. Your rank and wealth, Henry; my brains, such as they are-- my art, whatever it may be worth; Dorian Gray's good looks-- we shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly.	wealth youth intelligence inspirational dorian-gray good-looks oscar-wilde stupid-people curse brains gods power	Oscar Wilde
f55a7de	She has man's brain--a brain that a man should have were he much gifted--and woman's heart. The good God fashioned her for a purpose, believe me when He made that so good combination.	mankind man woman mind women god heart intelligence combination gifted giftedness purpose brains	Bram Stoker
9da8278	I am successful because of my brains and my guts, put together, and I don't need some fancy-ass degree from a bunch of sweater-vest-wearing pricks who haven't gotten laid since Bush Senior was president... Do you know who studies sociology? People who would rather observe life than live it.	intelligence guts brains sociology	Erin McCarthy
7b7de19	We're not hunter-gatherers anymore. We're all living like patients in the intensive care unit of a hospital. What keeps us alive isn't bravery, or athleticism, or any of those other skills that were valuable in a caveman society. It's our ability to master complex technological skills. It is our ability to be nerds. We need to breed nerds.	bravery future humanity intelligence brainiac breed caveman gatherer hunter-gatherer intensive-care patients athleticism hunter complexity geeks society genius brains nerds hospital mastery technology	Neal Stephenson
34e4e51	"Not much goes on in the mind of a squirrel. Huge portions of what is loosely termed "the squirrel brain" are given over to one thought: food. The average squirrel cogitation goes something like this: ."	thoughts rodents squirrels brains thinking food	Kate DiCamillo
abc4d93	Because we are human we have a long childhood, and one of the jobs of that childhood is to sculpt our brains. We have years--about twelve of them--to draw outlines of the shape we want our sculpted brain to take. Some of the parts must be sculpted at critical times. One cannot, after all, carve out toes unless he knows where the foot will go. We need tools to do some of the fine work. The tools are our childhood experiences. And I'm convinced that one of those experiences must be children's books. And they must be experienced within the early years of our long childhood.	experiences literature reading life children-s-lit life-experiences children-s-literature development brains children childhood children-s-books	E.L. Konigsburg
ce0bf47	"I am Gregori, Jacques." Gregori's voice was power itself, yet soft and soothing. "A healer for our people." Shea was lying across Jacques, her head on his shoulder, her eyes closed. She groaned-- a low, husky sound that added fuel to Jacques' rage. His fingers brushed the dark smudges along her swollen throat, and he turned a murderous gaze on Mikhail. "Leave us alone." Her voice was barely a whisper, hoarse and raw. She did not open her eyes or try to move. "I can help him," Gregori persisted, using his same compelling tone. The woman was so obviously the key to reaching Jacques. It was in the way he held her, the protective posture of his body, the way his eyes moved possessively, even tenderly, over her face. His hands were continually caressing her, stroking her hair, her skin. At the underlying command in Gregori's beautiful voice, her long eyelashes lifted, and she studied his face. He was savagely beautiful, a blend of elegance and untamed beast. He looked more dangerous than the other two strangers did. Shea made an effort to swallow, but it hurt. "You look like an ax murderer to me." Mikhail's soft laughter echoed in Gregori's head. Gregori deliberately reminded him of the quarter of a century difference in their ages."	axe-murderer mikhail jacques-and-shea gregori brains	Christine Feehan

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Atlantis?' Jason asked. 'That's a myth,' Percy said. 'Uh...don't we deal in myths?' 'No, I mean it's a MADE-UP myth. Not like, an actual true myth.' 'So this is why Annabeth is the brains of the operation, huh?

brains made-up-myth myths true-myth percy-jackson jason-grace

Rick Riordan

96e5de4

There is hope, even when your brain tells you there isn't.

thoughts hope inner-thoughts brains mental-illness mental-health

John Green

5ac7146

The ugly and stupid have the best of it in this world. They can sit at their ease and gape at the play. If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat. They live as we all should live-- undisturbed, indifferent, and without disquiet. They never bring ruin upon others, nor ever receive it from alien hands. Your rank and wealth, Henry; my brains, such as they are-- my art, whatever it may be worth; Dorian Gray's good looks-- we shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly.

wealth youth intelligence inspirational dorian-gray good-looks oscar-wilde stupid-people curse brains gods power

Oscar Wilde

f55a7de

She has man's brain--a brain that a man should have were he much gifted--and woman's heart. The good God fashioned her for a purpose, believe me when He made that so good combination.

mankind man woman mind women god heart intelligence combination gifted giftedness purpose brains

Bram Stoker

9da8278

I am successful because of my brains and my guts, put together, and I don't need some fancy-ass degree from a bunch of sweater-vest-wearing pricks who haven't gotten laid since Bush Senior was president... Do you know who studies sociology? People who would rather observe life than live it.

intelligence guts brains sociology

Erin McCarthy

7b7de19

We're not hunter-gatherers anymore. We're all living like patients in the intensive care unit of a hospital. What keeps us alive isn't bravery, or athleticism, or any of those other skills that were valuable in a caveman society. It's our ability to master complex technological skills. It is our ability to be nerds. We need to breed nerds.

bravery future humanity intelligence brainiac breed caveman gatherer hunter-gatherer intensive-care patients athleticism hunter complexity geeks society genius brains nerds hospital mastery technology

Neal Stephenson

34e4e51

"Not much goes on in the mind of a squirrel. Huge portions of what is loosely termed "the squirrel brain" are given over to one thought: food. The average squirrel cogitation goes something like this: ."

thoughts rodents squirrels brains thinking food

Kate DiCamillo

abc4d93

Because we are human we have a long childhood, and one of the jobs of that childhood is to sculpt our brains. We have years--about twelve of them--to draw outlines of the shape we want our sculpted brain to take. Some of the parts must be sculpted at critical times. One cannot, after all, carve out toes unless he knows where the foot will go. We need tools to do some of the fine work. The tools are our childhood experiences. And I'm convinced that one of those experiences must be children's books. And they must be experienced within the early years of our long childhood.

experiences literature reading life children-s-lit life-experiences children-s-literature development brains children childhood children-s-books

E.L. Konigsburg

ce0bf47

"I am Gregori, Jacques." Gregori's voice was power itself, yet soft and soothing. "A healer for our people." Shea was lying across Jacques, her head on his shoulder, her eyes closed. She groaned-- a low, husky sound that added fuel to Jacques' rage. His fingers brushed the dark smudges along her swollen throat, and he turned a murderous gaze on Mikhail. "Leave us alone." Her voice was barely a whisper, hoarse and raw. She did not open her eyes or try to move. "I can help him," Gregori persisted, using his same compelling tone. The woman was so obviously the key to reaching Jacques. It was in the way he held her, the protective posture of his body, the way his eyes moved possessively, even tenderly, over her face. His hands were continually caressing her, stroking her hair, her skin. At the underlying command in Gregori's beautiful voice, her long eyelashes lifted, and she studied his face. He was savagely beautiful, a blend of elegance and untamed beast. He looked more dangerous than the other two strangers did. Shea made an effort to swallow, but it hurt. "You look like an ax murderer to me." Mikhail's soft laughter echoed in Gregori's head. Gregori deliberately reminded him of the quarter of a century difference in their ages."

axe-murderer mikhail jacques-and-shea gregori brains

Christine Feehan