Mary E. Pearson Quotations

I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.

I suppose you're right about some perspectives. Just a few weeks ago, I thought you were a dickhead.

It's other people who make us wise, and I haven't known nearly enough.

When your life has had few events to occupy it, it's amazing how a simple encounter can seem like an entire three-act play.

How can you be sure?" "I'm a doctor, Jenna. And a scientist." "Does that make you an authority on everything? What about a soul, Father? When you were so busy implanting all your neural chips, did you think about that? Did you snip my soul from my old body, too? Where did you put it? Show me! Where? Where in all this groundbreaking technology did you insert my soul?

When is a cell finally too small to hold our essence?

He believes me. But that is nothing new. He always did because I was a rule follower. I played by the rules he understood. But there are new rules now, ones he doesn't know yet. He'll learn. Just as I'm learning.

Pieces. Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more?

There are a lot of memories we imagine. We play them over and over in our minds, trying to orchestrate our movements and words to perfection. Or maybe it's just that I've lived inside of my head more than any other person in the history of the world. Maybe none of us can really predict how we will act at any give moment. Maybe we're all at the mercy of circumstance in spite of our well-laid plans.

Are the details of our lives who we are, or is it owning those details that makes the difference?