Art is 'I'; science is 'we'.
Even the human race can't claim to be natural anymore. We are fake, dying things. How fitting that I would end up in this sham of a marriage.
Words like 'unputdownable' and 'irresistible' are simply not enough for Cat Winters's In the Shadow of Blackbirds. Days after finishing this story, it remains the first thought I have in the morning, and the thing that haunts me until I sleep.
Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.
I think she's brave. I think that nobody has ever believed what she could be capable of. All her life, nobody was listening.
Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.
We writers are resilient souls.
It's the arrogance of man to think that man can change the climate of the world. Only nature can change the climate. A volcano, for instance.
Good heavens, television is something you appear on; you don't watch.
The Mexican people I know seem to respect the country in a way that many spoiled brats who were born here don't. So come on over folks, the more the merrier. But please, sign the guest book on the way in.
When we think about millions of hungry children, we don't think about America. We relate the problem to other nations, like Ethiopia, India or Somalia. The sad truth is that one is five American kids is at risk due to poor nutrition.