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Choice is a signature of our species.

Diane Ackerman

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Diane Ackerman
Age: 76
Born: 1948
Born: October 7
Author
Naturalist
Non-Fiction Writer
Poet
Screenwriter
Writer
Waukegan
Illinois
Signature
Signatures
Species
Choice
Choices

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In the early years of the Uprising, we survived on one meal a day of horse meat and soup, but by the end we ate only dried peas, dogs, cats and birds.
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Love is the best school, but the tuition is high and the homework can be painful.
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Habitats keep evolving new pageants of species, and we shouldn't interfere.
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There's no place you can go on the prairie that you don't hear the white noise of the wind, steady and rough as surf curling along a non-existant shore.
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Hurricane season brings a humbling reminder that, despite our technologies, most of nature remains unpredictable.
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Culture is what people invent when they have lost nature.
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One of the things I like best about animals in the wild is that they're always off on some errand. They have appointments to keep. It's only we humans who wonder what we're here for.
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People search for love as if it were a city lost beneath the desert dunes, where pleasure is the law, the streets are lined with brocade cushions, and the sun never sets.
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Though we marry as adults, we don't marry adults. We marry children who have grown up and still rejoice in being children, especially if we're creative.
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I am a great fan of the universe, which I take literally: as one. All of it interests me, and it interests me in detail.
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I'm certainly not opposed to digital technology, whose graces I daily enjoy and rely on in so many ways. But I worry about our virtual blinders.
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A kiss is like singing into someone's mouth.
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No matter how politely one says it, we owe our existence to the farts of blue-green algae.
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For if I do something, I never do it thoughtlessly.
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There was nothing to do but wait. It is always like this for naturalists, and for poets--the long hours of travel and preparation, and then the longer hours of waiting. All for that one electric, pulse-revving vision when the universe suddenly declares itself.
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When I set a glass prism on a windowsill and allow the sun to flood through it, a spectrum of colors dances on the floor. What we call white is a rainbow of colored rays packed into a small space. The prism sets them free. Love is the white light of emotion.
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Home is where the heart is, we say, rubbing the flint of one abstraction against another.
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Words are such small things, like confetti in the brain, and yet they are color and clarify everything, they can stain the mind or warp the feelings.
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Poetry reminds us of the truths about life and human nature that we knew all along, but forgot somehow because they weren't yet in memorable language.
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And yet, words are the passkeys to our souls. Without them, we can't really share the enormity of our lives.
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