#bit

In fact, Moon came on tour with us for a bit just before a big festival in Brighton, I think. ↗

— Neil Innes

#big #bit #brighton #came #fact

What is a fish without a river? What is a bird without a tree to nest in? What is an Endangered Species Act without any enforcement mechanism to ensure their habitat is protected? It is nothing. ↗

— Jay Inslee

#any #bird #endangered #endangered species #endangered species act

Dogs never bite me. Just humans. ↗

— Marilyn Monroe

#dogs #humans #just #me #never

Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#dozen #get #handle #how #ideas

I used to think as I looked out on the Hollywood night — there must be thousands of girls sitting alone like me, dreaming of becoming a movie star. But I'm not going to worry about them. I'm dreaming the hardest. ↗

— Marilyn Monroe

#dreams #dreams

It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck. ↗

— Graham Greene

#death

The desire to reach for the stars is ambitious. The desire to reach hearts is wise. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#inspirational #wisdom #inspirational

We are condemned to kill time, thus we die bit by bit. ↗

— Octavio Paz

#condemned #die #kill #thus #time

By the way, my name's Rose Hathaway. I'm seventeen years old, training to protect and kill vampires, in love with a completely unsuitable guy, and have a best friend whose weird magic could drive her crazy. Hey, no one said high school was easy. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#frostbite #hathaway #mead #richelle #rose

David had been photographing endangered species in the Hawaiian rainforest and elsewhere for years, and his collections of photographs and Suzie's tarot cards seemed somehow related. Because species disappear when their habitat does, he photographed them against the nowhere of a black backdrop (which sometimes meant propping up a black velvet cloth in the most unlikely places and discouraging climates), and so each creature, each plant, stood as though for a formal portrait alone against the darkness. The photographs looked like cards too, card from the deck of the world in which each creature describes a history, a way of being in the world, a set of possibilities, a deck from which cards are being thrown away, one after another. Plants and animals are a language, even in our reduced, domesticated English, where children grow like weeds or come out smelling like roses, the market is made up of bulls and bears, politics of hawks and doves. Like cards, flora and fauna could be read again and again, not only alone but in combination, in the endlessly shifting combinations of a nature that tells its own stories and colors ours, a nature we are losing without even knowing the extent of that loss. ↗

— Rebecca Solnit

#environment #habitat #nature #page- #nature