My mother would give my brothers and me a pile of catalogues and let us pick what we wanted for Christmas.
Kary MullisThere is a general place in your brain, I think, reserved for melancholy of relationships past. It grows and prospers as life progresses, forcing you finally, against your better judgment, to listen to country music.
Kary MullisScience, like nothing else among the institutions of mankind, grows like a weed every year. Art is subject to arbitrary fashion, religion is inwardly focused and driven only to sustain itself, law shuttles between freeing us and enslaving us.
Kary Mullis