The daftest logic brings such sweet unrest.

Not much is known about alligators. They don't train well. And they're unwieldy and rowdy to work with in laboratories.

My mother always said I must be part Mongolian because of my lotus-pale complexion and squid-ink black hair.

A life like an intricately woven basket, frayed, worn, broken, unraveled, reworked, reknit from many of its original pieces... Life can survive in the constant shadow of illness, and even rise to moments of rampant joy, but the shadow remains, and one has to make space for it.

We live on the leash of our senses. There is no way in which to understand the world without first detecting it through the radar-net of our senses.

Words are small shapes in the gorgeous chaos of the world. ... they bring the world into focus, they corral ideas, they hone thoughts, they paint watercolors of perception.

Who would deduce the dragonfly from the larva, the iris from the bud, the lawyer from the infant? ...We are all shape-shifters and magical reinventors. Life is really a plural noun, a caravan of selves.