What is a house but a bigger skin, and a neighborhood map but the world's skin ever expanding?

It is difficult to undo our own damage, and to recall to our presence that which we have asked to leave.

You can serve or you can sing, and wreck your heart in prayer, working the world's hard work.

The secret is not to write about what you love best, but about what you, alone, love at all.

Young children have no sense of wonder. They bewilder well, but few things surprise them. All of it is new to young children, after all, and equally gratuitous.

Time is the continuous loop, the snakeskin with scales endlessly overlapping without beginning or end, or time is an ascending spiral if you will, like a child's toy Slinky.

The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful?