What I Ate in One Year: (and related thoughts)

by Stanley Tucci

paludarium,

Time stands still only when you are in pain.

My fears should not be hers.

much talk can kill a thing before it’s even brought to life.

was difficult, but it’s like beating your head against a wall; it feels good when you stop. Afterward

She saw the tree in the same way she has begun to see the world. She is beginning to understand that for equilibrium to exist in any form, one thing must complement another.

could feel the vibrating strings of anticipation among us.

Suddenly it seemed that the year had passed very quickly, even though during the midst of it there were times when it seemed it might never end. But it’s always that way. It’s like heading to a place you’ve never been to before. Because you don’t know where you’re going, the trip seems so long. But when you return to that place again, the same trip will seem so much shorter because now you know where you’re going. Or at least you think you do.