If about a dozen genera of birds had become extinct or were unknown, who would have ventured to have surmised that birds might have existed which used their wings solely as flappers, like the logger-headed duck (Micropterus of Eyton); as fins in the ...
I came to regard my body in a new light. For the first time I apprehended the little mounds on my chest as teats for the suckling of young, and their physical resemblance to udders on cows or the swinging distensions on lactating hounds was suddenly ...
There is a neat economic explanation for the sexual division of labour in hunter-gatherers. In terms of nutrition, women generally collect dependable, staple carbohydrates whereas men fetch precious protein. Combine the two – predictable calories f...
Literature is the extant body of written art. All novels belong to it. The value judgement concealed in distinguishing one novel as literature and another as genre vanishes with the distinction. Every readable novel can give true pleasure. Every nove...
It was the storm that would forever change the course of human destiny.
I'd rather be ignored as a frog than eaten as a human.
Love, in short is the most dangerous emotion human can experience
It’s a vampire cabal and I’m feeling like the odd human out…or lunch.
It’s complicated. He’s not…' Human? 'He’s playing hard to get.
I want a simple, ordinary life . . . like humans enjoy.
Unanimous hatred is the greatest medicine for a human community.
Circumstances don't always align themselves with human intention.
Anger is a ghost. Human is the host.
I'm a giant pimple on the face of humanity.
Are you still upset I murdered our parents? - Tommy to Danny
As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world - that is the myth of the atomic age - as in being able to remake ourselves.
If human beings are to survive in a nuclear age, committing acts of violence may eventually have to become as embarrassing as urinating or defecating in public are today.
Honestly, humans are social creatures that really crave intimacy, and I think that the friends I have who are trying to somehow go it alone are suffering for it.
When you write biographies, whether it's about Ben Franklin or Einstein, you discover something amazing: They are human.
The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish.
Religion is the everlasting dialogue between humanity and God. Art is its soliloquy.
