Though most of us don't hunt, our eyes are still the great monopolists of our senses. To taste or touch your enemy or your food, you have to be unnervingly close to it. To smell or hear it, you can risk being further off. But vision can rush through the fields and up the mountains, travel across time, country, and parsecs of outer space, and collect bushel baskets of information as it goes. Animals that hear high frequencies better than we do

We can't enchant the world, which makes its own magic; but we can enchant ourselves by paying deep attention

History is an agreed-upon fiction.

The daftest logic brings such sweet unrest.

Love is like a batik created from many emotional colors, it is a fabric whose pattern and brightness may vary.

I hate the fearful trimming of possibilities that age brings.

Love is the white light of emotion.