habit, a particularly insidious thug who chokes passion and smothers love. Habit puts us on autopilot.
Diane AckermanNature is more like a seesaw than a crystal, a never-ending conga line of bold moves and corrections.
Diane AckermanMuch of life becomes background, but it is the province of art to throw buckets of light into the shadows and make life new again.
Diane AckermanI consider fiction a very high-class form of lying. I enjoy and admire it enormously, but I don't think I'm very good at it.
Diane Ackerman