As a scientist, I am not sure anymore that life can be reduced to a class struggle, to dialectical materialism, or any set of formulas. Life is spontaneous and it is unpredictable, it is magical. I think that we have struggled so hard with the tangible that we have forgotten the intangible.--Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider, Northern Exposure, Zarya, 1994
Life is everywhere. The earth is throbbing with it, it's like music. The plants, the creatures, the ones we see, the ones we don't see, it's like one, big, pulsating symphony.--Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider, Northern Exposure, Mite Makes Right, 1994
Life's dirty. Life's unclean you know. It's birth, it's sex, it's the intestinal tract. One big squishy, unsanitary mess. It never gets any cleaner either. You know, dust to dust, worms crawl in, worms crawl out, right? Even though we know that, we still walk the walk, we still live the life. We're like a bunch of little kids. Little kids, you know, we jump in this big old pond of mud and we're slapping it all over our face, rubbing our hair all down our backs and we're making these glorious, gooey, mud pies. That's us.--Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider, Northern Exposure, Mite Makes Right, 1994
I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a giant mud pond watching the magic all around me, feeling the music thrumming through bare feet, and it's both wondrous and crazy at once.
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