"You cannot run away from weakness; you must some time fight it out or perish; and if that be so, why not now, and where you stand?"
-- Robert Louis Stevenson
Cognitive Science Grad Student at Columbia U. I eat, I think, I read.
“I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder.”
—Zelda Fitzgerald, in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald