Shaped a little like a loaf of French country bread, our brain is a crowded chemistry lab, bustling with nonstop neural conversations.

... love is an act of sedition, a revolt against reason, an uprising in the body politic, a private mutiny.

Humans are the most successful invasives of all time.

Much of life becomes background, but it is the province of art to throw buckets of light into the shadows and make life new again.

When you consider something like death, after which (there being no news flash to the contrary) we may well go out like a candle flame, then it probably doesn't matter if we try too hard, are awkward sometimes, care for one another too deeply, are excessively curious about nature, are too open to experience, enjoy a nonstop expense of the senses in an effort to know life intimately and lovingly.

Libraries change lives. They are the soul of a people.

Part of the irony of environmentalism is questing for solutions when you know you're part of the problem.