She sat back on her heels and nodded. The thought experiment she proposed was certainly odd, but her point was simple. Everything… — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
“Time plays tricks on mothers. It teases you with breaks and brief caesuras, only to skip wildly forward, bringing breathtaking changes to your baby's… — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
“Everything seemed to grow blacker as I sat there, except for the fireflies whose tiny pulsing lights drew arcs through the dark summer air.… — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
That's what it feels like when I write, like I have this beautiful world in my head, but when I try to remember it… — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
“Premonitions are coincidences waiting to happen,” he said, without looking up. “I” — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
“As someone who has to teach for a living, I shouldn't be saying this, but the planet can do quite well without books.” — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
Life is fleeting. Don't waste a single moment of your precious life. Wake up now! And now! And now! — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
“Do not think that time simply flies away. Do not understand “flying” as the only function of time. If time simply flew away, a… — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
“INSTRUCTIONS FOR ZAZEN First of all, you have to sit down, which you’re probably already doing. The traditional way is to sit on a… — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
The wondrous thing about nature, her gift to us, is her wanton promiscuity. She reproduces herself with abandon, with teeming infinite generosity. — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
“this feeling of alive is not so easy to experience. Even although life is a thing that seems to have some kind of weight… — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
Writing is solitary. You spend so much time alone and in your own mind, telling stories. — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
It was really a means-of-production problem. It costs so much to make films. With a novel, you can write the whole thing on a… — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
