Final Lines Friday – The Professor and the Madman by Simon Winchester

Last October I received The Professor and the Madman as a present. I’ve recently finished it, so here are, the last lines:

From Salt Houses by Hala Alyan

What is a life? A series of yeses and noes, photographs you shove in a drawer somewhere, loves you think will save you but that cannot. Continuing to move, enduring, not stopping even when there is pain. That’s all life

Thoughts for a Thursday: Please Read!

Recently our block had a neighborhood cookout, and I found out one of my neighbors is actually a children’s book author/illustrator. This was incredibly exciting for me, as I’ve been mulling over an idea for a children’s book since a

Starting Today: The Famished Road by Ben Okri

In the beginning there was a river. The river became a road and the road branched out to the whole world. And because the road was once a river it was always hungry.

Thoughts for a Thursday from An Anthropologist on Mars by Oliver Sacks

It is, thus, discontinuities, the great discontinuities in life, that we seek to bridge, or reconcile, or integrate, by recollection, and, beyond this, by myth and art.

Thoughts for a Thursday from Saving Tarboo Creek

In the history of life, no gene has ever been expressed in the absence of environmental influences. These environmental influences, in turn, come in two distinct but interacting types: a genetic environment created by the unique combination of fifty thousand

From And They Said It Would Never Last by Curtis Sittenfeld

Meanwhile, in my head, I can still hear Sam’s voice. I think about the things I’d like to tell him, and I imagine what he’d say in reply. This isn’t the same as if we were having a real conversation.

From “The Seals” by Lydia Davis (2)

“I could share her when she was alive. When she was alive, her presence was endless, time with her was endless, time was endless.

From Saving Tarboo Creek by Scott Freeman

Planting a tree is a way to apply hope. In restoration is the preservation of the world.

From “The Seals” by Lydia Davis

“I did not go over for the funeral. I had good reasons, to me they seemed good, anyway, having to do with our old mother, and the shock of it, and how far away it was, across the ocean. Really,

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