Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.

Parents, however old they and we may grow to be, serve among other things to shield us from a sense of our doom. As long as they are around, we can avoid the fact of our mortality; we can still be innocent children.

New links must be forged as old ones rust.

She was a patron saint of the peripheral.

Anthropology [was] the science that gave her the platform from which she surveyed, scolded and beamed at the world.