Diane

“Where body meets air, we are all cadavers. These outer skin cells are replaced every month. We shed skin copiously, almost carelessly: some twenty-five thousand flakes a minute, over a million pieces every hour. Run a finger along a dusty shelf, and you are in large part clearing a path through fragments of your former self. Silently and remorselessly we turn to dust.”
― Bill Bryson, The Body: A Guide for Occupants

“Astronomy was history. Because space was time. And that was the thing she loved most about the universe itself. When you look at the red star Antares in the southern sky, you are looking over thirty-three hundred trillion miles away. But you are also looking more than five hundred and fifty years into the past. Antares is so far away that its light takes five hundred and fifty years to reach your eye on Earth. Five hundred and fifty light-years away. So when you look out at the sky, the farther you can see, the further back you are looking in time. The space between you and the star is time.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, Atmosphere

“The Ipswich coven gathering was turning into a nightmare version of the monthly PTA meetings held at the twins’ progressive school, complete with officiousness masked in deference, and unresolved resentments cloaked in virtue.”
― Deborah Harkness, The Black Bird Oracle

“This isn’t inaction, this is simply a deep breath.”
― Louise Penny, How the Light Gets In