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Mary Roach quotes about science
We are biology. We are reminded of this at the beginning and the end, at birth and at death. In between we do what we can to forget.
— Mary Roach, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers
Not that there’s anything wrong with just lying around on your back. In it’s way, rotting is interesting too, as we will see. It’s just that there are other ways to spend your time as a cadaver.
— Mary Roach, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers
The paper does not provide the exact number of penises eaten by ducks, but the author says there have been enough over the years to prompt the coining of a popular saying: ‘I better get home or the ducks will have something to eat.
— Mary Roach, Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex
In my experience, the most staunchly held views are based on ignorance or accepted dogma, not carefully considered accumulations of facts. The more you expose the intricacies and realtities of the situation, the less clear-cut things become.
— Mary Roach, Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife
I am very much out of my element here. There are moments, listening to the conversations going on around me, when I feel I am going to lose my mind. Earlier today, I heard someone say the words, “I felt at one with the divine source of creation.” Mary Roach on a conducted tour of Hades. I had to fight the urge to push back my chair and start screaming: STAND BACK! ALL OF YOU! I’VE GOT AN ARTHUR FINDLAY BOX CUTTER! Instead, I quietly excused myself and went to the bar, to commune with spirits I know how to relate to.
— Mary Roach, Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife
Footnote: In 1998, a woman in Saline, Michigan received a patent for a Decorative Penile Wrap…The patent included three pages of drawings, including a penis wearing a ghost outfit, another in the robes of the Grim Reaper, and one dressed up to look like a snowman.
— Mary Roach, Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex
I walk up and down the rows. The heads look like rubber halloween masks. They also look like human heads, but my brain has no precedent for human heads on tables or in roasting pans or anywhere other than on top of a human bodies, and so I think it has chosen to interpret the sight in a more comforting manner. – Here we are at the rubber mask factory. Look at the nice men and woman working on the masks.
— Mary Roach, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers
I challenge you to find a more innocuous sentence containing the words sperm, suction, swallow, and any homophone of seaman. And then call me up on the homophone and read it to me.
— Mary Roach, Gulp: Adventures on the Alimentary Canal
The point is that no matter what you choose to do with your body when you die, it won’t, ultimately, be very appealing. If you are inclined to donate yourself to science, you should not let images of dissection or dismemberment put you off. They are no more or less gruesome, in my opinion, than ordinary decay or the sewing shut of your jaws via your nostrils for a funeral viewing.
— Mary Roach, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers
There, just beyond his open palm, was our mother’s face. I wasn’t expecting it. We hadn’t requested a viewing, and the memorial service was closed-coffin. We got it anyway. They’d shampooed and waved her hair and made up her face. They’d done a great job, but I felt taken, as if we’d asked for the basic carwash and they’d gone ahead and detailed her. Hey, I wanted to say, we didn’t order this. But of course I said nothing. Death makes us helplessly polite.
— Mary Roach, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers
think of it.’ said Robert Rosenbluth, a doctor whose acquaintance i made at the start of this book. ‘no engineer could design something as multifunctional and fine tuned as an anus. to call someone an asshole is really bragging him up.
— Mary Roach, Gulp: Adventures on the Alimentary Canal
Heroism doesn’t always happen in a burst of glory. Sometimes small triumphs and large hearts change the course of history. Sometimes a chicken can save a man’s life.
— Mary Roach, Grunt: The Curious Science of Humans at War
It’s possible that the reason I’ve never experienced a ghostly presence is that my temporal lobes aren’t wired for it. It could well be that the main difference between skeptics (Susan Blackmore notwithstanding) and believers is the neural structure they were born with. But the question still remains: Are these people whose EMF-influenced brains alert them to “presences” picking up something real that the rest of us can’t pick up, or are they hallucinating? Here again, we must end with the Big Shrug, a statue of which is being erected on the lawn outside my office.
— Mary Roach, Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife
The slang for the rectum is “prison wallet”.
— Mary Roach, Gulp: Adventures on the Alimentary Canal
Gravity disappears again, and we rise up off the floor like spooks from a grave. It’s like the Rapture in here every thirty seconds.
— Mary Roach, Packing for Mars: The Curious Science of Life in the Void
The simplest strategy for bouts of noxious flatus is to not care. Or perhaps to take advantage of a gastroenterologist I know: get a dog. (To blame.)
— Mary Roach, Gulp: Adventures on the Alimentary Canal
During World War II, when combat rations were tinned, meat hashes were a common entrée because they worked well with the filling machines. “But the men wanted something they could chew, something into which they could ‘sink their teeth, ’” wrote food scientist Samuel Lepkovsky in a 1964 paper making the case against a liquid diet for the Gemini astronauts. He summed up the soldiers’ take on potted meat: “We could undoubtedly survive on these rations a lot longer than we’d care to live.” (NASA went ahead and tested an all-milkshake meal plan on groups of college students living in a simulated space capsule at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base in 1964. A significant portion of it ended up beneath the floorboards.)
— Mary Roach, Gulp: Adventures on the Alimentary Canal
With the rise of classical Greece, the soul debate evolved into the more familiar heart-versus-brain, the liver having been demoted to an accessory role. We are fortunate that this is so, for we would otherwise have been faced with Celine Dion singing “My Liver Belongs to You” and movie houses playing The Liver Is a Lonely Hunter. Every Spanish love song that contains the word corazon, which is all of them, would contain the somewhat less lilting higado, and bumper stickers would proclaim, “I [liver symbol] my Pekingese.
— Mary Roach, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers
It tastes like water spiked with strange.
— Mary Roach, Gulp: Adventures on the Alimentary Canal
The human digestive tract is like the Amtrak line from Seattle to Los Angeles: transit time is about thirty hours, and the scenery on the last leg is pretty monotonous.
— Mary Roach, Gulp: Adventures on the Alimentary Canal
While he attends to his rats, Persinger gives me the lowdown on the haunt theory. Why would a certain type of electromagnetic field make one hear things or sense a presence? What’s the mechanism? The answer hinges on the fact that exposure to electromagnetic fields lowers melatonin levels. Melatonin, he explains, is an anti-convulsive; if you have less of it in your system, your brain —in particular, your right temporal lobe— will be more prone to tiny epileptic-esque microseizures and the subtle hallucinations these seizures can cause.
— Mary Roach, Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife
Constipation ran Presley’s life. Even his famous motto TCB— ’Taking Care of Business’— sounds like a reference to bathroom matters.
— Mary Roach, Gulp: Adventures on the Alimentary Canal
It’s called the FATLOSE trail. FATLOSE stands for ‘Fecal Administration To LOSE weight, ‘ an example of PLEASE— Pretty Lame Excuse for an Acronym, Scientists and Experimenters.
— Mary Roach, Gulp: Adventures on the Alimentary Canal
What sort of person experimentally infests a child with maggots? A confident sort, certainly. A maverick. Someone comfortable with the unpretty facts of biology. Someone who is perhaps himself an unpretty fact of biology.
— Mary Roach, Grunt: The Curious Science of Humans at War
US government button specifications run to twenty-two pages. This fact on its own yields a sense of what it is like to design garments for the Army.
— Mary Roach, Grunt: The Curious Science of Humans at War
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