We agreed with him in principal - we were little scientists, born and bred. But children robbed of love will dwell on magic.

Sometimes the strength of motherhood is greater than natural laws.

From the fallen tree everybody makes firewood.

You never knew which split second might be the zigzag bolt dividing all that went before from the everything that comes next.

...whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. And peace will be with you.

Do you think its possible to live without wanting to put your name on your paintings? To belong to a group so securely you don't need to rise above it?

Ah, the mysterious croak. Here today, gone tomorrow. It's the best reason I can think of to throw open the blinds and risk belief. Right now, this minute, time to move out into the grief and glory. High tide.