“ Trees are as close to immortality as the rest of us ever come. ”
A man says something. Sometimes it turns out to be the truth, but this has nothing to do with the man who says it.
~ Karen Joy Fowler
I once broke up with a boy because he wrote me an awful poem.
I didn't want a world in which I had to choose between blind human babies and tortured monkey ones. To be frank, that's the sort of choice I expect science to protect me from, not give me.
The Indians did not like to see anything odd -- a white squirrel, for instance. . . . They thought such oddities were messages, were omens of evil. . . . And the Indians put a great deal of faith in dreams.
