“Love is a tree with branches in forever with roots in eternity and a trunk nowhere at all”
― The Overstory
― The Overstory
“I could never work out whether we were to view religion as a life-insurance policy or a life sentence.”
― The Poisonwood Bible
― The Poisonwood Bible
“God hates us," I said.
"Don't blame God for what ants have to do. We all get hungry. Congolese people are not so different from Congolese ants."
"They have to swarm over a village and eat other people alive?"
"When they are pushed down long enough they will rise up. If they bite you, they are trying to fix things in the only way they know.”
― The Poisonwood Bible
"Don't blame God for what ants have to do. We all get hungry. Congolese people are not so different from Congolese ants."
"They have to swarm over a village and eat other people alive?"
"When they are pushed down long enough they will rise up. If they bite you, they are trying to fix things in the only way they know.”
― The Poisonwood Bible
“We found that trees could communicate, over the air and through their roots. Common sense hooted us down. We found that trees take care of each other. Collective science dismissed the idea. Outsiders discovered how seeds remember the seasons of their childhood and set buds accordingly. Outsiders discovered that trees sense the presence of other nearby life. That a tree learns to save water. That trees feed their young and synchronize their masts and bank resources and warn kin and send out signals to wasps to come and save them from attacks. “Here’s a little outsider information, and you can wait for it to be confirmed. A forest knows things. They wire themselves up underground. There are brains down there, ones our own brains aren’t shaped to see. Root plasticity, solving problems and making decisions. Fungal synapses. What else do you want to call it? Link enough trees together, and a forest grows aware.”
― The Overstory
― The Overstory
“Every time I go back to Rome, I go back to that one spot. It is still alive for me, still resounds with something totally present, as though a heart stolen from a tale by Poe still throbbed under the ancient slate pavement to remind me that, here, I had finally encountered the life that was right for me but had failed to have.”
― Call Me by Your Name
― Call Me by Your Name
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