She seemed like the kind of woman who would fall in love with the sky.

He was everything your mother warned you about when she told you not to walk alone in the dark.

I wasn't a complete bastard. If she liked to think she saw good in me, if she wanted to take credit for it, I'd let her. She deserved that much.

Without ethics, science would be cruelty.

All statistics have outliers.

Happiness is such a fragile thing, isn't it? So easily burst, like a bubble blown by a child, and always on the verge of being carried away.