As a biologist, I can't think of myself as anything but an animal among animals and plant.

You know things are bad when a woman without any legs and who recently lost two of her own kids feels sorry for you.

Cooking is 80 percent confidence, a skill best acquired starting from when the apron strings wrap around you twice.

The way I see it, a person isn't nothing more than a scarecrow... The only difference between one that stands up good and one that blows over is what kind of a stick they're stuck up there on.

...prodigal summer, the season of extravagant procreation. It could wear out everything in its path with its passionate excesses, but nothing alive with wings or a heart or a seed curled into itself in the ground could resist welcoming it back when it came.

Quit smoking, and observe posted speed limits. This will improve your odds of getting old enough to be wise.

I'm never going to tell the reader what to believe; I'm going to examine these characters that believe different ways, and examine their motives.