Tom Alongi

“It’s true, death scenes are my specialty,” said the opossum. “But I have a wide dramatic range, believe me.”
― Peter Brown, The Wild Robot

“There is something august and stately in the Air of these things,’ he wrote after the Simplon crossing, ‘that inspires the mind with great thoughts and passions … as all things have that are too big for our comprehension, they fill and overbear the mind with their Excess, and cast it into a pleasing kind of stupor and imagination.”
― Robert Macfarlane, Mountains of the Mind: A History of a Fascination

“The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.”
― Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space

“I wake from a dream of trapped moths, throwing themselves repeatedly into a pane of glass as they try to reach the light of the moon.”
― Charlotte McConaghy, Migrations