"The world is too big," she said, "but that doesn't mean we stop searching."
Frodo: I can't do this, Sam. Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the… Continue reading Matters of the heart
Maybe it was her fault she didn't tell him sooner. Maybe she should have gathered up her courage, picked the little bits of bravery scattered on the floor. Maybe she should have sculpted them and turned them into palpable evidence of what she felt. Maybe she should have said it to him, that night in… Continue reading Mistakes made.
The thing I like best about science is the fact of its humility. Sometimes it tells you things: big things, small things, medium things, and then, when pressed for explanation, it says, "But no one knows why this is so." My favourite manifestation of this is that trivia about ducks. Apparently, according to that magazine… Continue reading Subterranean
Of perpetual finds 