I think that if we don't learn to inhabit other people's perspectives, then we're never going to understand why people do what they do.

Sometimes when she told stories about the past her eyes would get teary from all the memories she had, but they weren't tears. She wasn't crying. They were just the memories, leaking out.

An unfinished book. left unattended, turns feral, and she would need all her focus, will and ruthless determination to tame it again.

By the time we, consumers, are aware of processes like genetic engineering, they're already being done. It's sort of like the war in Iraq: By the time we know about it, it's almost a fait accompli. And that's certainly true with science.

The important thing was that we were being polite and not saying all the things that were making us unhappy, which was the only way we knew how to love each other.

And if you decide not to read anymore, hey, no problem, because you're not the one I was waiting for anyway. But if you decide to read on, then guess what? You're my kind of time being and together we'll make magic!

You never know who it's going to be, or what they'll bring, but whatever it is, it's always exactly what is needed.