You inherit your environment just as much as your genes.

Adam & Eve have been degraded, reduplicated forever, photocopies of photocopies, mistakes copied, magnified, augmented.

In every cell in every body in every living thing, strings of words make sentences, meanings locked together

Read the book of life or a life in a book: it’s all epigraphs and anagrams.

Genes do not make you, any more than brain chemistry makes you hungry, food makes you breathe, breathing makes you die.

The human genome is a script, waiting for the amino actors, the protein players to strut and fret their hour.