Quotes About Adaptation

We are the white-eyed, the red-eyed, the eyeless, with full wings, with crumpled vestigial wings. We perceive the buzz of fluorescence you call quiet, its flicker you call light. The chemical stream of your midafternoon banana sings behind our mouthparts. We are the tested.

And don't forget last year's electrodes, stuck to my leg, the centuries of science reviving one blue foot. Years from now I'll be walking around on plastic legs with a battery-powered heart and silicon eyes, eating imported apricots and flash-frozen chicken hormones. I'll think, again: In an Ice Age cave I'd be dead.

Having achieved limited success under difficult circumstances (wrong boy, wrong mouth, sticky bus floor, lingering aroma of someone's forgotten banana, two girls--Miranda and Amy--not even bothering to pretend not to watch over the back of the next seat), Clementine felt adequately prepared for the real thing.

You may very well ask what the goddess of love is doing in St. Andrews, writing trashy romances. Adapting.

Going insane is the mind's way of coping with insanity.

It's harder starting over, than never to have changed

Nature does not proceed by leaps.

We're so quick to cut away pieces of ourselves to suit a particular relationship, a job, a circle of friends, incessantly editing who we are until we fit in.

I write on a computer, but I've run the complete gambit. When I was very young, I wrote with a ballpoint pen in school notebooks. Then I got pretentious and started writing with a dip pen on parchment (I wrote at least a novel-length poem that way). Moved on to a fountain pen. Then a typewriter, then an electric self-correct. Then someone gave me a word processor and I was amazed at being able to fit ten pages on one of those floppy discs.

Magic's never what you expect it to be, but it's often what you need.

Orderliness readily slides to conformity over time.

Language is alive, and you can't put it in the freezer. But

Speak of the devil. Luella had wandered in wearing what might once have been a stylish frock, but the hem was shredded from her having torn at it, and the sky-blue fabric was encrusted with food. The bloop of her stomach echoed the bulge of an adult diaper at the rear. Carter had grown accustomed to this decayed incarnation of his father's second wife, but fifteen years earlier the shock had been profound.

People seem to get used to anything, and it is a short step from adaptation to attachment.

The people who really matter in social affairs are neither those who wish to stop short like a mule, or leap from crag to crag like a mountain goat.

By learning about my body and making small, subtle changes, I find out what I enjoy and what is effective. I'm always finessing: adjusting my diet and my workouts. You have to figure out which exercises are fun and interesting and stimulate your brain - or else you'll never keep at them.

THE SQUEAK SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH!

The show must go on, even when it's not the show you expected to be in.

It is a full-time job to cope with alien elements from both interpersonal sources and societal influences.

Before I became a suspense novelist, I wrote romantic suspense as Alicia Scott.

Survivors make it because they learn to adapt. Adaptation is coping. Coping is strength.

There's no controlling what Fate hands you...and in my experience, it rarely seem to give you exactly what you need at the exact moment you need it. ...Just remember this, it's the way we deal with what Fate hands us that defines who we are

Being reactive is like experiencing the world on choppy seas, always at the whim of the weather.

Moving on is something that happens to you, not something you do. That's what people don't realize. Moving on is not proactive. It's organic. Be kind to yourself.