A self is a frightening thing to waste, it's the lens through which one's whole life is viewed, and few people are willing to part with it, in death, or even imaginatively, in art.

I hate the fearful trimming of possibilities that age brings.

To begin to understand the gorgeous fever that is consciousness, we must try to understand the senses and what they can tell us about the ravishing world we have the privilege to inhabit.

We have vexed and bothered every plant and every animal on every continent.

Writing is my form of celebration and prayer.

I watched her face switch among the radio stations of memory

I'm certainly not opposed to digital technology, whose graces I daily enjoy and rely on in so many ways. But I worry about our virtual blinders.