What an odd, ruminating, noisy, self-interrupting conversation we conduct with ourselves from — Diane Ackerman
Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is. — Diane Ackerman
It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between. — Diane Ackerman
Look in the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret. — Diane Ackerman
I don’t want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. — Diane Ackerman