Everything we know has its origins in questions. Questions, we might say, are the principal intellectual instruments available to human beings.
Oh, God. God, isn't that perfect? He's Dad. He's Dad with a layer of nerd. Solid, steady, chipping away so patiently, you don't even know you've had your shields hacked down until you're defenseless. It's the type. " "You're not in love with a type, you're in love with a man," Penny corrected. "Or you're not.