There is no smallest among the small and no largest among the large, but always something still smaller and something still larger.
When grief recedes, grief is like a cloud.
Grief is like manure, if you spread it out it fertilizes, if you leave it in a big pile it smells like crap.
Governor Bush will not stand for the subsidation of failure.
Where do we say that a cell became a blade of grass, which became a starfish, which became a cat, which became a donkey, which became a human being? There's a real lack of evidence from change from actual species to a different type of species.
Ill never be, like, sippy cup country, or write about everything I do around the house.
There is a drop of blood in the snow before me. . . . The coyote. . . is in estrus. . . . spurred to let out a bit of herself, sending a message, telling everyone she was now ready, that the clock of her winter was ticking toward spring.