Jacey

“All the protests. All the letters. Getting beat up. Shouting at the top of our lungs, and no one hearing.”
― Richard Powers, The Overstory

“Grief washes over him, a grief youthful and full of expectation. He has felt grief before—that awful mix of hopes crushed and rising—but always for kin, colleagues, friends. It makes no sense, this grief for a place he won't live long enough to see.”
― Richard Powers, The Overstory

“Maybe it's okay. Maybe mass extinction justifies a little fuzziness. Maybe earnestness can help his hurt species as much as anything. Who is he to say?”
― Richard Powers, The Overstory

“They sit together in the evening, reading and looking, as the sun glints chartreuse off their chestnut's scalloped leaves. Every baring twig seems to Dorothy like a trial creature, apart from a part of all the others. She sees in the chestnut branching the several speculative paths of a lived life, all the people she might have been, the ones she could or will yet be, in worlds spreading out just alongside this one. She watches the limbs move for a while, then looks back down to the page and reads on out loud. " 'It's sometimes hard to say whether a tree is a single thing or whether it's a million.”
― Richard Powers, The Overstory