Eating is a genuine need, continuous from our first day to our last, amounting over time to our most significant statement of what we are made of and what we have chosen to make of our connection to h...
When something extraordinary shows up in your life in the middle of the night, you give it a name and make it the best home you can.
There are always more questions. Science as a process is never complete. It is not a foot race, with a finish line.... People will always be waiting at a particular finish line: journalists with their...
Daddy and I got married kind of accidentally.
People ask without wanting to know.
What I want is so simple I almost can't say it: elementary kindness.
I did it to win love, and to prove myself capable. Not to move mountains. In my opinions, mountains don't move. They only look changed when you look down on them from great height.
Five days and the train has passed through many underworlds.
Wars and elections are both too big and too small to matter in the long run. The daily work - that goes on, it adds up.
She'd heard theories in her time regarding the number-one enemy of everything, ranging from Osama bin Laden to premarital sex. The dust theory she liked.
Until that moment I'd thought I could have it both ways; to be one of them, and also my husband's wife. What conceit! I was his instrument, his animal. Nothing more. How we wives and mothers do perish...
The last generation's worst fears became the next one's B-grade entertainment.
Some of life's greatest calls were answered not by the head but by the body.
Move on. Walk forward into the light.
I don't see why you're not just going for this.' Dovey looked her in the eyes, in the mirror. 'You a rocket. You go for thing, Dellarobia. That is you. When did you ever not?'
For scientists, reality is not optional.
Every life is different because you passed this way and touched history.
Don’t try to make life a mathematics problem with yourself in the center and everything coming out equal. When you’re good, bad things can still happen. And if you’re bad, you can still be lucky.
There will never be another Frida.
The density of the butterflies in the air now gave her a sense of being underwater, plunged into a deep pond among bright fishes.