We were born of risen apes, not fallen angels, and the apes were armed killers besides. And so what shall we wonder at? Our murders and massacres and missiles, and our irreconcilable regiments?
It was pleasant - and the sense of otherness was nice, that there were two people involved in this process, that we were each giving something to the other.
The last time you were happy about nothing; the first time you were afraid about nothing. Which came first?
Zoos are becoming facsimiles - or perhaps caricatures - of how animals once were in their natural habitat. If the right policies toward nature were pursued, we would need no zoos at all.
Men and women were doing at their unsurpassed when they were together. It was more or less like the sky and the ground; diverse in nature and was miles apart but they complete each other.
The girl. Was that who I was? I was the girl just like they were the boys. Was that how we were going to address each other for the entirety of this year? How family-feeling.
I had a dream about you. We were at a fundraiser and you were on the hook for a lot of money. I was fishing.
The talks were like blood transfusions, moments of realness and hope that were pinpricks of light in the dark fabric of small-town life.
It takes two to tango”; one dictates the steps and the other executes them effectively. That is how a great show is made.
When you truly love someone, his/her weaknesses are not meant to be discussed with other people, they are meant to be understood by you.
A relationship is a journey and many would think the destination is marriage. Well, no it is not! Marriage is another phase of the journey.
The dead were just the dead, neither awful nor remarkable. History separated out these individuals and preserved their names where others were obilterated for ever.
His father was an attorney in Paris. He met Sebastien’s mother on a train to Amsterdam. There were no other seats. They were forced together and found they preferred it.
The art does not always mimic the artist. You never know the real person until you slide beneath their surface
Home was not the place where you were born but the place you created yourself, where you did not need to explain, where you finally became what you were.
There was still no likelihood that we could make a living from dance. We were doing it because we loved it... We realized how full we felt; we were surrounded by music and dancing and joy.
A bird cried jubilation. In that moment they lived long. All minor motions were stilled and only the great ones were perceived. Beneath them the earth turned, singing.
It seemed strange to Kellan that the more people were crowded together, the less they were willing to acknowledge it; their interaction became a thing of unwelcome necessity and their gaze turned ever inward.
... just because [butterflies'] lives were short didn't mean they were tragic... See, they have a beautiful life.
Dwarf mothers didn’t handicap their young by teaching them to be polite. My neighbors were as short on manners as they were on stature.
He had discovered that there was not just one God but many, and some were more than cruel — they were insane, and that changed all. Cruelty, after all, was understandable. With insanity, however, there was no arguing.
