Johns Hopkins introduced me to two defining events in my life: commitment to biomedical research and meeting my future wife, Mary.

The long, cold Minnesota winters instilled in me a fascination for exotic far off places; I aspired toward a career in tropical diseases and world health problems.

I grew up in Minnesota. Four generations of my father's people are buried there.

Well, all life forms are dependent upon water.

Following my junior year in high school, I went on a camping trip through Russia in a group led by Horst Momber, a young language teacher from Roosevelt.

Now a cholera epidemic was sweeping through Southeast Asia and south Asia in the early 1970s, so I started medical school and I joined a laboratory to work on this.

It is a remarkable honor to receive a Nobel Prize, because it not only recognizes discoveries, but also their usefulness to the advancement of fundamental science.

My brother Jim and I spent many wonderful summers working on dairy farms in Wisconsin owned by Mom's cousins, and as members of our local Boy Scout troop.

One of my motivations to become a blood specialist was to study malaria in red blood cells. But in science, you discover something and you want to go this way, but your work goes that way.

The Department of Cell Biology at Johns Hopkins was founded and directed by Tom Pollard, an engaging young scientist with remarkable energy and enthusiasm.

My goal was to develop into an independent research scientist studying clinical problems at the laboratory bench, but I felt that postgraduate residency training in internal medicine was necessary.

What lies behind us may be mighty. What lies before us may be mightier. But what lies within us is the mightiest of all! Christ within us is the hope of Glory!

Happiness is self-contained and self-sufficient. Happy men have no time and no use for you. Happy men are free men.

This soup tastes like windows

Why does the brain retain the memory of the hurt from yesterday?

I think that dwelling on other people's perception of you is the road to complete madness, unfortunately. I try and resist that.

roses are the only flowers at garden-parties; the only flowers that everybody is certain of knowing.

Mathematics is less related to accounting than it is to philosophy.

The camera is much more than a recording apparatus, it is a medium via which messages reach us from another world.

Do you know how to read?" "No. It is one of the black arts." He nodded. "But a useful one," he said.

Look lak she been livin' through uh hundred years in January without one day of spring.