The Last One

I've heard believers speak of the coldness of science and the warmth of their faith. But my life has been warm too, and I have faith. Faith in love, and faith in the inherent beauty of a world that formed itself.

I think I can hear the unseen moon

The scaly spindles of a conifer's cone, the helicoidal flow of a river's curve biting away the bank, the flash of orange upon a butterfy's wings warning predators of a bitter taste. This is order from choas; this is beautiful, and it's all the more beautiful for having designed itself.

For a moment, I'll just stand there, looking. Taking in the sight of so many familiar faces, the face of the mam I love. The person who taught me what it was to be honestly generous, to give without expectation or resentment. Whose steady demeanor and realism helped me to learn that attempting to achieve perfection with every decision is a sure path to unhappiness; that when it comes to choosing a house or a car or a television or a loaf of bread, good enough really is good enough. Whose cereal-slurping helped me learn that being irritated at someone isn't the same as ceasing to love him, a distinction that I know should be obvious but which has always troubled me. Who taught me that together is better than alone, even if it's sometimes harder, even if I sometimes forget.

The brain is a terrifying and wondrous organ, and all it wants is to survive.

I understood there's a difference between compromise and cooperation, and that to rely on another takes a distinctive kind of strength.

She first one on the production team to die will be the editor.

I learned that day that no matter how demanding a person’s tone, no matter how many times she asks something, she might not actually want an answer. I

learned that day that no matter how demanding a person’s tone, no matter how many times she asks something, she might not actually want an answer.

I'll do it, even if I'm not ready, because you can't be ready for everything and sometimes over-thinking a challenge makes overcoming it impossible..

Complication comes in threes: love triangles, third wheels, the trinity.

Mae,” I say. The month of my birth, but I imagine it spelled with an E. I’ve always liked how wise the letters A and E look, side by side. He

They'll wait until I'm asleep - or nearly asleep - to strike. That's how they do it; they blur the line between reality and nightmare. They give me bad dreams, and then they make them come true.