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“Originally, the atoms of carbon from which we're made were floating in the air, part of a carbon dioxide molecule. The only way to recruit these carbon atoms for the molecules necessary to support life-the carbohydrates, amino acids, proteins, and lipids-is by means of photosynthesis. Using sunlight as a catalyst the green cells of plants combine carbon atoms taken from the air with water and elements drawn from the soil to form the simple organic compounds that stand at the base of every food chain. It is more than a figure of speech to say that plants create life out of thin air.”

“Originea familiei Miclescu este un subiect încă deschis. Oficial, întemeietor al acestui neam este considerat a fi Ionașco diacul din Gugești, trăitor la sfârșitul secolului al XVI-lea și începutul secolului al XVII-lea, al cărui fiu, Gligorie, a avut în stăpânire satul Miclești, iar urmașii săi au adoptat numele Miclescu de la această moșie. De la aceștia și până în zilele noastre există o continuitate clară de la o generație la alta, demonstrată de documente. Rădăcinile familiei sunt însă mult mai vechi și merg probabil până în secolul al XIV-lea. Apar însă pe parcurs câteva incertitudini, iar istoricii și genealogiștii au lansat de-a lungul timpului mai multe supoziții, făcând totodată o serie de confuzii.”

“Orion never appreciated the wild places for what they are. Wild things need to be left free to preserve what makes them special. He saw everything in the world around him as a trophy to collect. As something to possess. Even me. I am wild, untamed, unattached, unfettered. To love me is to appreciate that. And I am fortunate indeed to have many who love me. Sometimes, to best tell your own story, you need it to be told by another. I am the protector of women and the friend of young girls. The helper of childbirth, she who soothes. I am the caretaker of the wild places, the mountains, marshes, the pastures and wetlands. I am Artemis, goddess of the wild hunt.”

“Orion's Question and the Breath of Frost' . . Tonight, the horizon folds into itself, an old envelope sealed with frost. The earth leans ever so slightly, tilting its tired shoulder toward the sun as if apologizing for the distance. Above, Cassiopeia sprawls, half-reclining, her jeweled wrists dripping with the cold light of stars that have died a thousand times since we first gave them names. Her gaze cuts through the dark, dismissive and haunted all at once... What does she know that I do not!? I stood beneath the canopy of brittle air, the breath of a wind too muffled to matter pressing against my ear. The quietude of the season lodged itself deep, threading through marrow and thought alike. Somewhere distant, the faint call of an owl spilled across the night, shearing the imperturbable, and I realized this lull was not still, not empty. It swelled, pressed, expanded... an ache without center, scattering itself like seeds into the pit of me. For a moment, I thought I heard it... a hum, soft and glacial, as if the world itself were breathing from a great, aching hollow. I looked up and imagined Orion not as hunter but witness, the burning points of his form arranged into questions I could never answer. When I turned back toward the house, frost had etched a secret on the windowpane, its meaning almost within reach but blurred, as though by a single trembling hand.”

“Orion sniffed. "Good. Then, Worthy Centaur, perhaps you could give me a ride to the village on your back. Then I can make a few pennies with my verses while you build us a shack and perform circus tricks for passersby." This was such a surprising statement that Foaly briefly considered jumping into the hole to get away. "This isn't Middle Earth, you know. We're not in a novel. I am not noble, neither do I have a repertoire of circus tricks." Orion seemed disappointed. "Can you juggle at least?”

“Orion sniffed. "Good. Then, worthy centaur, perhaps you could give me a ride to the village on your way back. Then I can make a few pennies wth my verses while you build us a shack and perform circus tricks for passersby." This was such a surprising statement that Foaly briefly considered jumping into the hole to get away.”

“Orion was the one Emily knew well. He had been Emily's childhood friend when, for several summers, they attended CTY, the Center for Talented Youth at Johns Hopkins. At eleven, twelve, and thirteen, they took courses in physics and advanced geometry along with other children selected nationwide. Emily had studied Greek, and Orion took astronomy. Renaissance children, they lived in dorms with other earnest middle-schoolers blowing through problem sets, practicing violin, gathering several times a week for camp games designated by their counselors as "mandatory fun.”

“Orlagh waits for us in a choppy ocean, accompanied by her daughter and a pod of knights mounted on seals and sharks and all manner of sharp-toothed sea creatures. She herself sit on an orca and is dressed as though ready for battle. Her skin is covered in shiny silvery scales that seem both to be metallic and to have grown from her skin. A helmet of bone and teeth hides her hair. Nicasia is beside her, on a shark. She has no tail today, her long legs covered in armour of shell.”

“Orlando had a Pinto, a car that hadn't been in existence for thirty-plus years. He still hadn't figured out why a strong, strapping werewolf would want one. Orlando said it was because he'd customized it. Painted pink with purple stripes, the younger male could often be found cruising up and down the streets of Wolf Town, with his terrible music blaring out of the windows. The car was a ticking time bomb. Already, more than one werewolf had offered to blow it up. Orlando better enjoy it, Connor doubted he would have it for very much longer.”

“Orlando had become a woman--there is no denying it. But in every other respect, Orlando remained precisely as he had been. The change of sex, though it altered their future, did nothing whatever to alter their identity. Their faces remained, as their portraits prove, practically the same. His memory--but in future we must, for convention's sake, say 'her' for 'his,' and 'she' for 'he'--her memory then, went back through all the events of her past life without encountering any obstacle. Some slight haziness there may have been, as if a few dark drops had fallen into the clear pool of memory; certain things had become a little dimmed; but that was all. The change seemed to have been accomplished painlessly and completely and in such a way that Orlando herself showed no surprise at it. Many people, taking this into account, and holding that such a change of sex is against nature, have been at great pains to prove (1) that Orlando had always been a woman, (2) that Orlando is at this moment a man. Let biologists and psychologists determine. It is enough for us to state the simple fact; Orlando was a man till the age of thirty; when he became a woman and has remained so ever since.”

“Ormai non mi è rimasto più nulla da fare. Ho esaurito tutte le cose che avevo scritto nella lista. A cosa potrei dedicarmi da qui in avanti?" "Dovresti fare quello che ti piace. Avrai qualche hobby, no?" "Sì, ascoltare musica, leggere libri... Ma a pensarci ora, entrambe le cose erano solo un mezzo per poter continuare a vivere. Li usavo solo per venire a compromessi con una vita altrimenti insostenibile. E ora che non devo più prolungarla a tutti i costi, la musica e i libri non sono più così importanti per me". "Dovresti apprezzarli in modo diverso, sotto un altro punto di vista. Godere della loro bellezza pura e semplice." "Però poi alla fine ricado sempre sulla stessa questione. Qualsiasi cosa ascolti o legga, si crea in me un senso di mancata appartenenza, come se io non c'entrassi nulla. A mio parere, sono opere create nella stragrande maggioranza per chi ha ancora una vita davanti. Del resto è naturale, nessuno scriverebbe per chi sta per morire". [...] Stavo per morire senza lasciare alcuna traccia. Una volta sognavo di essere immortale, ma ora non era più necessario coltivare simili speranze. Non mi interessava più che qualcuno si ricordasse di me. Perchè ora avevo lei accanto, e con lei il suo sorriso. "Allora, caro Kusunoki..." disse a un certo punto Miyagi con un sorriso strepitoso in volto. "Come vogliamo trascorrere i prossimi tre giorni?" Avevo la sensazione che quei tre giorni sarebbero stati per me molto più preziosi dei trent'anni di vita miserabile, e anche di quegli ultimi trenta giorni pur significativi, che avrei altrimenti potuto vivere. Alla fine non ero diventato nè famoso nè ricco. Ma in effetti qualcosa di meraviglioso mi era successo. Ero arrivato a pensare, dal profondo del cuore, che era valsa la pena di vivere.”

“Ormai è un dato di fatto: l'incidenza del cancro è legata all'obesità e le persone che hanno un peso eccessivo hanno un rischio fino al 50% più alto di sviluppare un tumore manigno rispetto a chi ha mantenuto un peso stabile durante l'età adulta [...] Una delle forme più pericolose di grasso in eccesso è stata individuata in quello viscerale [...] I tipi di cancro più strettamente associati all'aumento di peso sono 13, e sono quelli che colpiscono l'esofago, la tiroide, la mammella (dopo la menopausa), il fegato, la cistifellea, il pancreas, i reni, le ovaie, lo stomaco (il cardias gastrico), l'endometrio uterino, come pure il meningioma del cervello e il mieloma multiplo, ma non si escludono nemmeno il cancro del colon e del retto.”