“Twinge” and “surge” and “pressure” were the euphemisms that a lot of the people in the natural childbirth community had been using… — Julia Kent Copy Share Image
I have totally like an urbanite relationship to nature. I mean I'm not someone who hikes. — Julia Kent Copy Share Image
As soon as we get out of our urban shell, we're still at the mercy of nature as individuals. — Julia Kent Copy Share Image
I don't really understand the natural world, I admire it and am a little bit afraid of its power. — Julia Kent Copy Share Image
I feel like we as human beings are trampling all over the natural world, but at the same time, we are totally… — Julia Kent Copy Share Image
“What else do you do with a life you didn’t choose and can’t get out of? You adapt and take whatever crumbs you can… — Julia Kent Copy Share Image
“If I had echolocation I could map out the terrain of ab muscles through sheer force of will. His cut body is meant to… — Julia Kent Copy Share Image
“Josh is the company tech expert, which means we all think he’s a little bit shaman, a little bit magician, and mostly a nerd.” — Julia Kent Copy Share Image
“The past twelve weeks had been a blur, and now she was about to meet her baby via ultrasound, go home with a picture… — Julia Kent Copy Share Image
“Because I learned a long time ago that it’s better to have people react to you than to react to them.” — Julia Kent Copy Share Image
“One bad decision is like building a long line of dominoes and then sneezing and not turning your head” — Julia Kent Copy Share Image
“Hold on. Back up. This ‘incident’ at Shannon’s apartment. Say that again? Her mom walked in on you two having sex and recorded it?… — Julia Kent Copy Share Image
I enjoy touring and traveling because that's the time when I get to read, and listen to music. You have all that downtime, which… — Julia Kent Copy Share Image
“People who think animals have expressionless faces are like people who can ignore an open package of Oreos. Not quite human.” — Julia Kent Copy Share Image
“Why do you love me?” I ask, throwing the question back at him. “Why do I breathe?” — Julia Kent Copy Share Image
