Graham Chapman Quotes

Another time I cracked two of the vertebrae in my back and broke a rib.

I had some pretty substantial injuries.

I have, like, 12 screws in my hand.

I have been through a lot of medical trauma. I was diagnosed with breast cancer .

I have scars on my hands from touching certain people…Certain heads, certain colours and textures of human hair leave permanent marks on me.

My head was spinning, I had never seen blood. Four years old, this don't feel like love.

I lived in a world that at any moment could erupt into fire. It was the sort of knowledge that kept you on your toes.

I've never been shot, but this probably what it feels like, that second of nothingness right before the pain catches up to the bullet.

Have you tried to drive a harpoon through a body? No? Tut, tut, my dear sir, you must really pay attention to these details.

That really was NOT fun, though. Well, the hitting-her-with-a-stick part, that was fun. But crashing into a concrete bear? NOT fun.

Often when people are diagnosed with a life-changing medical condition, they feel overwhelmed. They feel choked by darkness and hopelessness. Those are times when answers simply do not suffice. That's because answers don't always reach the problem where it hurts: in the gut and in the heart.

Domestic violence causes far more pain than the visible marks of bruises and scars. It is devastating to be abused by someone that you love and think loves you in return. It is estimated that approximately 3 million incidents of domestic violence are reported each year in the United States.

I’d like to do a job where I don’t have to tie women to beds.

Most people die in improvised circumstances of harassment and confusion, whether in hospital or out of it.

Witty closing remarks have been replaced by massive head trauma and severe hemorrhaging.

I wanted to be kicked and hit and bruised up and beaten. It became something that was an absolutely necessary part of every day for me.

Fear cuts deeper than swords.

He picked up the wrench and broke the guy’s wrist with it, one, and then the other wrist, two, and turned back and did the same to the guy who had held the hammer, three, four. The two men were somebody’s weapons, consciously deployed, and no soldier left an enemy’s abandoned ordnance on the field in working order. The doctor’s wife was watching from the cabin door, all kinds of terror in her face. "What?" Reacher asked her.

Last week I saw a woman flayed, and you will hardly believe, how much it altered her person for the worse.

I got sunburnt which is obviously a drag for me because in theory the sun is supposed to kill me.

I don’t know what the explosion did, but it damaged something deep and irreparable. Never mind. If I get home, I’ll be so stinking rich, I’ll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.

Think of how strange we'd look if all the cuts, burns, scrapes, bruises, scratches, bumps, gashes, and scabs we ever had suddenly reappeared on our bodies at the same time.

Unlike any other sport, the objective in boxing is chillingly simple: One man purposefully endeavors to inflict bodily harm on another man.

I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.

I have to admit, that's a remarkable bruise. You should be proud; it's quite a feat to get injured in the manner you did and in that...particular...place.