We know that our stories will have happy endings, partly because we are so determined to make the endings happy, and partly because it’s gotta be better than what we have now.
We hunger to love the undiscovered, we long to grow fond of wanting, help us remember what we have forgotten.
She is a bottomless top-shelf gimlet.
She is built of bloody bruised knuckles.
We are earthbound for a reason:
to experience the holiness of creation.
Brown's memoir is good. It would be reassuring to parents and siblings of autistic children, and is especially helpful in cultivating compassion in outsiders for the families of autistic children.
Embarrassing admission: I had great fun at a Mensa conference. But the group's test-driven philosophy clashes with my deep-seated sense of the human mind and soul.
