Emma Watson is adorable in the extreme. She is such a lovely person.
At its best, the US Open demands straight drives, crisp iron shots, brilliant chipping and putting, and strategic position play. Plus the patience of St. Francis and the will of Patton. At its worst, the Open eradicates the difference in ability between a Tom Purtzer and a Tom Watson and throws both in the same jail of high rough and high risk shots. This is the disturbing tendency in the Opens of the seventies and eighties, one which worries everyone in golf.
I am a brain, Watson. The rest of me is a mere appendix.
Watson. Come at once if convenient. If inconvenient, come all the same.
The funny thing is, the girls that I'm always up against for roles are pretty nice and cool, like Emma Watson. She's awesome.
I could not rest, Watson, I could not sit quiet in my chair, if I thought that such a man as Professor Moriarty were walking the streets of London unchallenged.
We really damage our own confidence when we put ourselves down, so I try not to.
I think that the formation of [DNA's] structure by Watson and Crick may turn out to be the greatest developments in the field of molecular genetics in recent years.
Should I ever marry, Watson, I should hope to inspire my wife with some feeling which would prevent her from being walked off by a housekeeper when my corpse was lying within a few yards of her.
It's a dream come true for Bubba Watson from Bagdad, Florida to have the green jacket on.
James Watson summarizes the conclusion: “A predisposition does not a predetermination make.
But there can be no grave for Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson. . . Shall they not always live in Baker Street? Are they not there this moment, as one writes? Outside, the hansoms rattle through the rain, and Moriarty plans his latest devilry. Within, the sea-coal flames upon the hearth and Holmes and Watson take their well-won case. . . So they still live for all that love them well; in a romantic chamber of the heart, in a nostalgic country of the mind, where it is always 1895.
If the wind and rain could play guitar, they would sound a lot like Doc Watson
So it was, my dear Watson, that at two o'clock today I found myself in my old armchair in my own old room, and only wishing that I could have seen my old friend Watson in the other chair which he has so often adorned. - Sherlock Holmes.
Mercy Watson was a character that had been in my head for a long time.
When you hear Doc Watson singing Amazing Grace, something else enters the room.
I'm going to be who I really am. I'm going to figure out what this is.
The things a man sees when he ain't got a gun. --Watson the Caretaker
We like to see death as an unfair conspiracy, and what we want is a magic practitioner, a combination of Dr Watson and Sherlock Holmes.
Come, Watson, come!" he cried. The game is afoot.
