When you turn from one room to the next, when your animal senses no longer perceive the sounds of the dishwasher, the ticking clock, the smell of a chicken roasting - the kitchen and all its seemingly discrete bits dissolve into nothingness - or into waves of probability.
I absolutely adore Thanksgiving. It's the only holiday I insist on making myself.
Abdullah Ahmad Badawi, Politician (1939) |
Chuck Eddy, Journalist (1960) |
Peter Facinelli, Actor (1973) |
Eugene Ionesco, Dramatist (1912) |
Max Euwe, Celebrity (1981) |
Isabella I, Royalty (1504) |