He can talk?" "I talk," Tyson admitted. "You are pretty.

Ronan kept going, his voice louder. “No. Do you hear me, Cabeswater? You promised to keep me safe. Who are we to you? Nothing? If you let him die, that is not keeping me safe. Do you understand? If they die, I die, too.

Do you understand? If they die, I die, too.

The most beautiful thing we can experence is the mysterious.

The playwright Edward Albee has characterized [the suddenness of the appearance of fruits and flowers in evolutionary history] as 'that heartbreaking second when it all got together: the sugars and the acids and the ultraviolets, and the next thing you knew there were tangerines and string quartets.

We had enough quite enough snobbery in this world without exporting it to the hereafter.