Dogs get lost hundreds of times and no one ever notices it or sends an account of it to a scientific magazine.
the metabolism of a consumer society requires it continually to eat and excrete, every day throwing itself away in plastic bags.
Hair brings one’s self-image into focus; it is vanity’s proving ground. Hair is terribly personal, a tangle of mysterious prejudices
The sad truth is that excellence makes people nervous.
Between the two poles of whole-truth and half-truth is slung the chancy hammock in which we all rock.
In a nation of celebrity worshipers, amid followers of the cult of personality, individual modesty becomes a heroic quality. I find heroism in the acceptance of anonymity, in the studied resistance to the normal American tropism toward the limelight.
The mark of a true crush. . . is that you fall in love first and grope for reasons afterward.
I always tried to learn Greek, but all I got out of it was, "poulaki mou. " ["My little chicken. "]
Part of the rationalist ethos is binding yourself emotionally to an absolutely lawful reductionistic universe a universe containing no ontologically basic mental things such as souls or magic and pouring all your hope and all your care into that merely real universe and its possibilities, without disappointment.
I can no longer walk. I can no longer swim. But I'm lucky when I see how animals suffer.
It was satisfying to take a risk and see it pay off.