Quotes About Adaptation

People change, she said. Not everything stays with you all your life.

To live is to be marked, she said without speaking. To live is to change, to die one hundred deaths.

Certain ramshackle aspects of Dellarobia had also gone undercover, it seemed, just like the snow-covered barns. Some defects lurked, but for now her way seemed clear. She'd made plans.

The day comes, they hand you a new rule book.

There is no stepping in the same river twice. So say the Greek philosophers, and the crocodiles make sure.

Plenty of people took this way out, looking future damage in the eye and naming it something else.

As a kid you just accept different worlds with different rules, even between some houses and others.

From the fallen tree everybody makes firewood.

The tree was intact, not cut or broken by wind. What a waste. After maybe centuries of survival it had simply let go of the ground, the wide fist of its root mass ripped up and resting naked above a clay gash in the wooded mountainside. Like herself, it just seemed to have come loose from its station in life.

That would be Axelroot all over, to turn up with an extra wife or two claiming that's how they do it here. Maybe he's been in Africa so long he has forgotten that we Christians have our own system of marriage, and it is called Monotony.

So much human effort went into alteration of non-essential components

They would watch, ears up, forepaws planted, patiently bearing with the mess made by undisciplined humans as the world fell down around them.

today's problems can't be solved by today's people, we just keep shoring up our bankruptcy with the only tools we know. Making up more and more complicated stories about how we haven't failed.

On the day of the hunt I came to know in the slick center of my bones this one thing: all animals kill to survive, and we are animals.

times than we ever have known.

Whole phases of her children's lives, these passions that had seemed to be their purest marrow, had faded away one after another. And character persisted.

was pretty upset about it. Getting used to all new everything was screwing with my head. Clothes, people, house. The one thing I could still count on was being an idiot. Now I was supposed to trash what little there was left of Demon and be smart. Would I still be me? And

The giant beech next door intends to shiver off every hair of its pelt.

thought of the way a tree will keep on growing after a fence is wired around its trunk. The unbelievable force of that expansion. And I let her go.

It was hard to see where all this could possibly go when it melted.

Siamo mutanti, tutti, alcuni piu' evoluti, altri meno, c'e' chi e' un po' in ritardo, c'e' chi non si e' accorto di niente, chi fa tutto per istinto e chi e' consapevole, chi fa finta di non capire e chi non capira' mai, chi punta i piedi e chi corre all'impazzata in avanti.

Denial has no survival value.' If you're going to play, you have to at least recognize what the game is.

Shoganai," I said. Literally, There is no way of doing it. "Yes," he said, nodding. "Elsewhere they have Cest la vie, or That's life.

Context had reinforced familiarity, and familiarity had blinded them to new possibilities.