Blessing Number One. Thank you for getting old because it means you are getting to live.

— Janet Turpin Myers

If I had a wish it would be this: that Google Maps could take me, not to just anywhere on the planet, but to anywhere in time.

— Janet Turpin Myers

I learned that adults were not soaring gods, but rather back-yard birds with broken wingtips. When you are thirteen, about to free-fall into the real world, discovering the broken wingtips is terrifying.

— Janet Turpin Myers

I’ve always felt sorry for Mike Collins, driving all the way to the moon but not allowed out of the car to look around.

— Janet Turpin Myers

Such is the dilemma of the atheist. Who to thank? It’s a terrible condition, to feel one’s heart swelling with the wonders of our world and yet have nobody to thank for it. It makes a man feel thwarted.

— Janet Turpin Myers

The universe is a gathering of now that I spread before my feet like a landscape.

— Janet Turpin Myers

Was the dementia of old age a blessing in disguise? No more thoughts. No more damage inflicted. No more memories of damage survived.

— Janet Turpin Myers

Why doesn’t anyone go to the moon anymore? What happened to our optimism?

— Janet Turpin Myers