if you stay still, earth buries you, ready or not.

Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.

What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.

Geography is the key, the crucial accident of birth. A piece of protein could be a snail, a sea lion, or a systems analyst, but it had to start somewhere. This is not science; it is merely metaphor. And the landscape in which the protein "starts" shapes its end as surely as bowls shape water.

Like everyone in his right mind, I feared Santa Claus.

When I first read the words 'introvert' and 'extrovert' when I was 10, I thought I was both.

Nothing on earth is more gladdening than knowing we must roll up our sleeves and move back the boundaries of the humanly possible once more.