Quotes About Adaptation

I look around for a conveniently loaded pistol.Sadly, there doesn't seem to be one available, so I have no choice but to answer the question. - Queen of Babble Gets Hitched

C'est la vie

I'm not going to tell anybody, not even Lilly. Lilly would NOT understand. NOBODY would understand. Because nobody I know has ever been in this situation before. Nobody ever went to bed one night as one person and then woke up the next morning to find out that she was somebody completely different.

I don't understand why you are so unhappy about it, Jesse said. He had stretched out across the tiles, contented as I'd ever seen him. I like it much better this way. What way? I groused. I couldn't get quite as comfortable. I kept finding prickly pine needles beneath my butt. Just the two of us, he said with a shrug. Like it's always been.

Okay, okay, already, I said, holding up both hands in an I-surrender sort of gesture. I'll try it your way from now on. I'll do the touchy-feely stuff. Jeez. You West Coasters. It's all backrubs and avocado sandwiches with you guys, isn't it?

Come on." He pressed his forehead against mine, grinning. "You're happy about this. I can tell. It wasn't exactly what we had planned, but it's a surprise, not a disaster. A surprise is a good thing. Right?

I'll never walk again, will I? I asked, looking woefully down at my ravaged feet. You will, Jesse said. Just not for a day or two. Those burns look very painful. They'll need butter. Butter? I wrinkled my nose. The best treatment for burns like those is butter, Jesse said. Uh, I said. Maybe back in 1850. Now we tend to rely on the healing power of Neosporin. There's a tube of it in my medicine cabinet behind you.

I opened the door and went inside, calling I'm home! Except that I wasn't, really. Because home meant something else to me now, and had for quite awhile. And he didn't live there anymore.

It was OK. Except for the whole no-bathroom thing. And the part where I kept hitting myself in the thumb with a hammer. - Mia Thermopolis (The Atom, School Newspaper)

It took her longer to find out that Oscar Sierra was absorbing every scrap of information from his environment, then running it through some mental algorithm that helped him figure out how to survive in hostile, unloving territory.

Things Happen and once they start happening you pretty much just to hold on for dear life and see where they drop you when they stop.

If you haven't been in a war and are wondering how long it takes to get used to losing everything you think you need or love, I can tell you the answer is no time at all.

Who knows but that you will get up to find that the world has inverted itself yet again?

But if I hadn't lost the hand, I'd be another person entirely by now. Wishing for the hand back would be like wishing the man I already am, to be replaced by some stranger. It would be wishing my own self out of existence.

Life is mostly an exercise in being something other than what we used to be while remaining fundamentally — and sometimes maddeningly — who we are.

life is mostly an exercise in being something other than what we used to be

One of the grubby truths about a loss is that you don't just mourn the dead person, you mourn the person you got to be when the lost one was alive. This loss might even be what affects you most.

the loss is transformative, in good ways and bad, a tangle of change that cannot be threaded into the usual narrative spools...It's not an emergence from the cocoon, but a tree growing around an obstruction.

The elevator door opens right into the loft. I was counting on those extra few seconds of hallway before facing the party, the party we are now part of and in, a party with people talking and laughing and having a party time. I think, I am a solid, trying to do a liquid's job.

You try to plan your life, but that's not how it works.

You have to shrink yourself to fit into this little life with him.

Who wanted to make lemonade from lemons, when you could make perfectly good lemon grenades?

In Auradon, people stared at them because they came from somewhere else, and now on the Isle of the Lost, everyone stared at them because they'd left. In a way, it was just the same. Now they were outsiders in both places.

This is a new country, as you say. Why shouldn't it have new laws, new customs? And why should not those customs extend to the home itself. To—to love!