“Every sentence is a wispy net, capturing a few flecks of meaning. The sun shines without vocabulary. The salmon has no name for the urge that drives it upstream. The newborn groping for the nipple knows hunger long before it knows a single word. Even with an entire dictionary in one's head, one even…”— Scott Russell Sanders, amazon.com
“What memory is made of I cannot say; my body, at least, is made of atoms on loan from the earth. How implausible, that these atoms should have gathered to form this I, this envelope of skin that walks about.”— Scott Russell Sanders, amazon.com
“Afraid of dying, yes, but even more of not having lived, afraid of passing my days in a stupor, afraid of squandering my moment in the light.”— Scott Russell Sanders, amazon.com
“I also have another quality, and that is an unshakable hunger to know who I am, where I am, and into what sort of cosmos I have been so briefly and astonishingly sprung.”— Scott Russell Sanders, amazon.com
“'That's the universe unfolding," she told us, "right there in your hands. The same as in every cell of our bodies. Now why? That's the question I can't ever get behind. Why should the universe be alive? Why does it obey laws? And why these particular laws? For that matter, why is there a universe at…”— Scott Russell Sanders, amazon.com