Why is it always such a surprise? The moon. Even though we know it’s coming. Every time we see it, it makes us pause, and hush.
Margaret Atwood, MaddAddam
So this was the rest of his life. It felt like a party to which he’d been invited, but at an address he couldn’t actually locate. Someone must be having fun at it, this life of his; only, right at the moment, it wasn’t him.
Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake
These things sneak up on him for no reason, these flashes of irrational happiness. It’s probably a vitamin deficiency.
Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake
They spent the first three years of school getting you to pretend stuff and then the rest of it marking you down if you did the same thing.
Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake
After everything that has happened, how can the world still be so beautiful? Because it is.
Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake
No one of the things which exist in the world-order would last for any length of time were it not for all the rest. On the contrary, if a single thing were to fail, all would disappear; for all things come into existence from the same necessity and are sustained by one another.
Alcmaeon of Croton, 5th Century B.C.
If Man had originally inhabited a world as blankly uniform as a “high rise” housing development, as featureless as a parking lot, as destitute of life as an automated factory, it is doubtful that he would have had a sufficiently varied experience to retain images, mold languages, or acquire ideas.
Lewis Mumford
…we commonly define ourselves by what we do and what we have to show for it, and we obsess daily over all the things we have to do or want to do—to which end we ceaselessly calculate and scheme and schematize and manage and anticipate. And so what if we are out of touch with our bodies and our breath? So what if we have forgotten how to relate to the world as it is and are almost never fully present in it? Look at what we are accomplishing, and at what we still need to get done, and at what we should be doing now.

Philip ShepherdNew Self New World: Recovering Our Senses in the Twenty-first Century