The body ages. grows. passes through near-lunatic phases of reproductive frenzy, but you are born and die essentially the same person. That... that is proof of your deathless soul.

Worker bees can leave. Even drones can fly away. The Queen is their slave.

This isn't about guilt or innocence, he says. The dinosaurs weren't morally good or bad, but they're all dead.

The weather today is an increasing trend towards denial.

There are people out there who will not read books, but somehow they'll read my books.

Picture the moment when your mom and dad first saw you as something other than a pretty, tiny version of them. You as them, but improved. Better educated. Innocent. Then picture when you stopped being their dream.

This wasn't any mere song and dance; here was a bold, blaring declaration howling itself into the empty face of death.