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

Writing is my form of celebration and prayer.

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

I don't want to be a passenger in my own life.

Because we can't escape our ancient hunger to live close to nature, we encircle the house with lawns and gardens, install picture windows, adopt pets and Boston ferns, and scent everything that touches our lives.

The more we exile ourselves from nature, the more we crave its miracle waters.

The visual image is a kind of tripwire for the emotions.