Quotes About Adaptation

This sense that the world can be reinvented [evokes] the Sixties in this country, those years when no one at all seemed to have any memory or mooring...

I would stay in New York, I told him, just six months, and I could see the Brooklyn Bridge from my window. As it turned out the bridge was the Triborough, and I stayed eight years.

a vida muda rapidamente. a vida muda em um instante. você se senta para jantar, e a vida que você conhecia termina. a questão da autopiedade.

Grammar is a piano I play by ear, since I seem to have been out of school the year the rules were mentioned.

Here is the last stop for all those who come from somewhere else, for all those who drifted away from the cold and the past and the old ways.

Los recuerdos se borran, la memoria se adapta, la memoria se ajusta a lo que creemos recordar.

In a time of disaster you could baste newspapers to both sides of a cotton blanket and end up with a warm quilt. She knew a lot of things about disaster. She could manage.

Life changes fast. Life changes in the instant. You sit down to diner and life as you know it ends. The question of self-pity.

But time brings odd mutations, and there we were.

The words "USA Today" were heard quite a bit during the first few months of the new, faster format, as were "New Coke" and "Michael Dukakis".

A common mistake in strategy is to choose the same core competences as everyone else in your industry.

My, I get so depressed after a poor meal; that's why I can never stay in England for more than a week. Julia to Avis

His best moment was when he walked up the majestic stairway to the second floor of the Met; he loved the glorious spaces of old exhibition halls. Not that they knew about old here, with buildings always being blasted and rebuilt higher. How did people in this city keep track of themselves, with so much coming at them at once?

When I was a girl, the crows knew when I was on my way to chase them from the fields, and how long I'd stay once I got there. They would bide their time, keeping me in sight until I'd completed my rounds. Then they'd descend on our fields. But their feet limit them from eating foods with hard shells. They are nowhere near as dexterous, or as smart, as parrots.

Never try to teach a pig to sing. You'll annoy the pig and lose your voice.

For a time, then, we stay. For a time. Till the changes.

Wild birds will kill exotic ones: the budgies and the lovebirds and the yellow canaries-- escaped from their cages and hoping to get a taste of the sky -- usually end up back on the ground, plucked raw by their more conformist cousins

If you were to be stranded on a desert island, what three items would you take? I gave this frivolous answer: A cat, a hat and a piece of string.

Caelum non animum mutant, qui trans mare currant. They change the sky, not their souls, that run across the ocean.

You make yourself strong because it's expected of you. You become confident because someone beside you is unsure. You turn into the person others need you to be.

Normal, in our house, is like a blanket too short for a bed--sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold and shaking; and worst of all, you never know which of the two it's going to be.

People changed. Even the people you thought you knew as well as you knew yourself.

The wolves knew when it was time to stop looking for what they'd lost, to focus instead on what was yet to come.

What if the puzzle of the world was a shape you didn't fit into? And the only way to survive was to mutilate yourself, carve away your corners, sand yourself down, modify yourself to fit? How come we haven't been able to change the puzzle instead?