My mother's eyes were large and brown, like my son's, but unlike Sam's, they were always frantic, like a hummingbird who can't quite find the flower but keeps jabbing around.
You can eat an elephant if you do it one bite at a time.
Each hamlet or village or town should be a place, its own place. This is not a matter of fake historicism or artsy-craftsy architecture. It is a matter of respect for things existing, subtle patterns of place woven from vistas and street widths and the siting and color and scale of stores, houses, and trees. . . If the countryside is to prosper, it must be different from city or suburb. . . The difference is in part the simple business of containing our towns and giving them boundaries.
In the 1920's it was legs. My God, women hadn't shown their legs for 2000 years.
Let’s start with the most prominent ecological crisis of our time: global warming. When you look seriously at the numbers, you find that switching from a meat-based to a plant-based diet would do more to curb and reverse global warming than any other initiative.
Mediocre theoretical physicists make no progress. They spend all their time understanding other people's progress.
I wish I could say I felt guilty for what I did. I don't.
My tears are buried in my heart, like cave-locked fountains sleeping.