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If we continue to address the issue of the environment where we live as though we're the only species that lives here, we'll create a disaster for ourselves. — Gaylord Nelson
There's also something about ageing and the concomitant awareness of the fleeting nature of existence that tends to make you less worried about being ridiculous, and less judgemental about the quality of ridiculousness in others. — Tom Cox
I mean, we're really making a quantum change in our relationship to the plant world with genetic modification. — Michael Pollan
Taste speaks through a turn of phrase, a curl of the lip, a shrug of the shoulder: it makes an atmosphere. — Irving Howe
When he leaned in to kiss me, the future swirled before me, bright as sunlight on creek water. — Heather Day Gilbert
Reading literature and engaging in writing breaks through the mental rigidity that experience and repetition breeds. — Kilroy J. Oldster
Most parents don't really know their children. — John Green
I used to train with my husband, Anthony Maina, but he is now too busy as a helicopter pilot, so we only run together when I do light jogging. I don't want to kill him before his next flight! — Catherine Ndereba
What intrigued me most was not the technology as such but the questions about the human goods, the fundamental human values and virtues that are raised by debates over biotechnology. — Michael Sandel
It would take centuries and he must grow and grow and grow, but he was in no hurry
he grokked that Eternity and the ever-beautifully-changing Now were identical. — Robert A. Heinlein
The charm of history and its enigmatic lesson consist in the fact that, from age to age, nothing changes and yet everything is completely different. — Aldous Huxley
Never till this day Did life disturb the dense eternity Of joyless quiet; never skylark's song, Or storm-bird's prescient scream, or eaglet's cry, Made vital the gross fog. The very light Is but an alien that can find no welcome — Hartley Coleridge
