I immediately loved working with flies. They fascinated me and followed me around in my dreams.

Successful women are not liked. I think the biggest danger for women in science is colleagues who are not as good as you are.

I immediately loved working with flies. They fascinated me, and followed me around in my dreams.

It is very important for me to be taken seriously for my science and not for my looks or other personal accomplishments.

The pressure on kids is high to get good grades. In my time, no one cared about it. My father looked at them but he didn't really make much fuss about them.

Everyone thinks I must have been an ace in school. But I didn't work hard, I was lazy. I liked to be lazy. I thought laziness stimulated your imagination.

I think women are just as gifted when it comes to science as men are. But I think their wishes and desires are different and this is also shaped by the society in which they live.

At the time I finished high school, I was determined to study biology, deeply convinced to eventually be a researcher.

I was always trying to look modest and natural. I don't like women who come into the lab and you see immediately that it took them two hours to dress in the morning.

I know labs where women refuse to make a coffee for others because they don't want to be seen doing seemingly female things. I think this is stupid. Why not make a coffee, bring a cake? I do it.

I think there are profound differences between women and men. In intelligence and creativity, there is no difference, but in what one loves, what one likes, the passions - there are differences.

In simple, the past is a time gone by and no longer exists in the present moment, but we choose to allow this past to occupy our minds, our bodies and our very existence.

I was a violent, bipolar, compulsive liar. I was a real American.

If any of you wish to know how to have your bread fall butter side up, butter it on both sides, and then it will fall butter side up.

We become accomplices in evil every time we seek to soothe the unslakable appetites of the crime family that sits in Pyongyang.

There did he sit shrivelled in his chimney corner, fretting on account of his weak legs, world weary, will weary, and one day he suffocated through his excessive pity.

In a friend one should have ones best enemy. You should be closest to him with your heart when you resist him.

To regard Christ as God, and to pray to him, are to my mind the greatest possible sacrilege.

Movement will fail sooner than usefulness.

Limit love and you limit life.

The era of big government is over.