I know I have to write about the things that keep me awake at night.

Be still, and the world is bound to turn herself inside out to entertain you. Everywhere you look, joyful noise is clanging to drown out quiet desperation.

It occurs to her that there is one thing about people you can never understand well enough: how entirely inside themselves they are.

Parenting is something that happens mostly while you're thinking of something else.

When moral superiority combines with billowing ignorance, they fill up a hot-air balloon that's awfully hard not to poke.

The arrogance of the able-bodied is staggering. Yes, maybe we'd like to be able to get places quickly, and carry things in both hands but only because we have to keep up with the rest of you ... We would rather be just like us, and have that be all right.

For scientists, reality is not optional.