Heather

“May this be your final sorrow.”
― Anita Amirrezvani, The Blood of Flowers

“Human beings would split the atom and invent television, nylon, and instant coffee before they could figure out the age of their own planet.”
― Bill Bryson, A Short History of Nearly Everything

“Hi there...Let me ask you a question...How would you find a needle in a haystack?"

The first-grader pauses, pensive, tugging on the green yarn around her neck. She's really thinking this over. Tiny gears are turning; she's twisting her fingers together, pondering. It's cute. Finally she looks up and says gravely, "I would ask the hays to find it."
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Yes, of course. She's a genius!
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It's so simple. Of course, of course. The first-grader is right. It's easy to find a needle in a haystack! Ask the hays to find it!”
― Robin Sloan, Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore

“When she had packed all the artifacts that made up their personal history into liquor store boxes, the house became strictly a feminine place. She stood with her hands on her hips, stoically accepting the absence of old Boston Celtics coasters and the tangle of fishing poles, the old dartboard from a Scots pub, the toolbox and downhill skis, the silky patterned ties which sat in the base of one box like a writing mass of snakes. Without these things, one tended to notice the bright eyelet curtains, the vase filled with yawning crocuses, a needlepoint pillow ... Overall, the house looked much like her apartment had eight years ago, before she had met him.”
― Jodi Picoult, Mercy