Invisible Beasts is a strange and beautiful meditation on love and seeing, a hybrid of fantasy and field guide, novel and essay, treatise and fable. With one hand it offers a sad commentary on environmental degradation, while with the other it presents a bright, whimsical, and funny exploration of what it means to be human. It's wonderfully written, crazily imagined, and absolutely original.

Only Numbers. Pure math. You have to accustom yourself to thinking that way.

I never played inside as a kid - even in the rain I'd go out.

Things hardly ever work on the first try. We'll make another, a better one.

So how, children, does the brain, which lives without a spark of light, build for us a world full of light?

To say a person is a happy person or an unhappy person is ridiculous. We are a thousand different kinds of people every hour.

I've been getting into Nick Drake lately, the folk singer. Sad, gorgeous stuff.