It was funny how the old practices always came around again. It was the rhythm of human enterprise to invent and worship some new approach, to fully reject it a generation later, to realize the need for it again a generation or two after that and then hastily reinvent it as new, usually without its original elegance. Scientists hated to look backward for anything.

She loved her mother and depended on her mother, and yet every single word her mother said annoyed her.

she never showed girly weaknesses like cellulite or crushes. she never lingered on injustices committed against her.

She knew whose love she doubted. It wasn't her parents' and it wasn't her friends: It was her own.

So far, she’d been her usual lame self: solitary and routine-loving, carefully avoiding any path that might lead to spontaneous human interaction. Lena Kaligaris

Show me a girl with her feet planted firmly on the ground and I'll show you a girl who can't put her pants on. -Annik Marchand

I like that you let yourself be surprised