Jacob

“what we call birth is
when something first changes out of its former condition,
and what we call death is when its identity ceases;
things may perhaps be translated hither and thither;
nevertheless, they stay constant in their sum total”
― Ovid

“He was a funny old dog. He liked strawberries.”
― Margaret Wise Brown

“It was still early, and the sun's lower limb was just free of the hill, his rays, ungenial and peering, addressed the eye rather than the touch as yet.”
― Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles

“The universe that suckled us is a monster that does not care if we live or die--it does not care if it itself grinds to a halt. It is a beast running on chance and death, careening from nowhere to nowhere. It is fixed and blind, a robot programmed to kill. We are free and seeing; we can only try to outwit it at every turn to save our lives.”
― Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek