Horses have made civilization possible.

All relationships change the brain - but most important are the intimate bonds that foster or fail us, altering the delicate circuits that shape memories, emotions and that ultimate souvenir, the self.

Smell is the mute sense, the one without words.

We live on the leash of our senses.

When I set a glass prism on a windowsill and allow the sun to flood through it, a spectrum of colors dances on the floor. What we call "white" is a rainbow of colored rays packed into a small space. The prism sets them free. Love is the white light of emotion.

No matter how politely one says it, we owe our existence to the farts of blue-green algae.

Tranquillity hides in small spaces, and when found needs to be treasured, because you know it's a phantom that will slip away again.