If someone wants to suck your toes, those toes should be worth sucking.
But it seems she’d wanted children after all, because when she was told she’d been accidentally sterilized she could feel all the light leaking out of her.
We shouldn't have been so scornful; we should have had compassion. But compassion takes work, and we were young.
Glenn used to say the reason you can't really imagine yourself being dead was that as soon as you say, 'I'll be dead,' you've said the word I, and so you're still alive inside the sentence. And that's how people got the idea of the immortality of the...
If you really want to stay the same age you are now forever and ever, she'd be thinking, try jumping off the roof: death's a sure-fire method for stopping time.
Via the conduit of a wild dog pack, she has now made the ultimate Gift to her fellow Creatures, and has become part of God's great dance of proteins.
Ihmisen usko jumaliin on kehittynyt evoluution myötä, joten meidän taipumuksessamme uskoon täytyy olla jotain etua evoluution kannalta. Ankaran materialistinen käsitys - että me olemme koe, jota eläinproteiini suorittaa itsellään - on useimp...
According to Adam One, the Fall of Man was multidimensional. The ancestral primates fell out of the trees; then they fell from vegetarianism into meat-eating. Then they fell from instinct into reason, and thus into technology; from simple signals int...
Also I could hear Amanda’s voice: Why are you being so weak? Love’s never a fair trade. So Jimmy’s tired of you, so what, there’s guys all over the place like germs, and you can pick them like flowers and toss them away when they’re wilted....
...we must be a beacon of hope, because if you tell people there's nothing they can do, they will do worse than nothing.
I tried to visualize my jealousy as a yellowy-brown cloud boiling around inside me, then going out through my nose like smoke and turning into a stone and falling down into the ground. That did work a little. But in my visualization a plant covered w...
So we couldn't mingle with them, but we could eavesdrop. We got our knowledge that way--we caught it like germs.
But she went to tell the bees. She felt like an idiot doing it, but she'd promised. She remembered that it wasn't enough just to think at them: you had to say the words out loud. Bees were the messengers between this world and the other worlds, Pilar...
Yet each flower, each twig, each pebble, shines as though illuminated from within, as once before, on her first day in the Garden. It’s the stress, it’s the adrenalin, it’s a chemical effect: she knows this well enough. But why is it built in? ...
What am I living for and what am I dying for are the same question.
Why do we want other people to like us, even if we don't really care about them all that much?
You couldn’t leave words lying around where our enemies might find them.
