All the ills from which America suffers can be traced to the teaching of evolution.
Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever.
When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.
Some things, when they change, never do return to the way they once were. Butterflies for instance, and women who've been in love with the wrong man too often.
I wrote to find beauty and purpose, to know that love is possible and lasting and real. . . . Once I got to my desk, once I started writing, I still believed anything was possible.
There are some things, after all, that Sally Owens knows for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can.
Real love, after all, was worth the price you paid, however briefly it might last.
Not eating meat is a decision, eating meat is an instinct.
I believe food is the most brilliant invention ever.
Hags live. Women traveling into feminist timespace are creating Hag-ocracy, the place we govern. To govern is to steer, to pilot.
For you, o broker, there is no other principle but arithmetic. For me, commerce is of trivial import; love, faith, truth of character, the aspiration of man, these are sacred; nor can I detach one duty, like you, from all other duties, and concentrate my forces mechanically on the payment of moneys.