Last October I received The Professor and the Madman as a present. I’ve recently finished it, so here are, the last lines:
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
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
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.
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.
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
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.
“I could share her when she was alive. When she was alive, her presence was endless, time with her was endless, time was endless.
Planting a tree is a way to apply hope. In restoration is the preservation of the world.
“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,