The knowing, I told myself, is only a vapor of the mind, and yet it can wreck havok with one's sanity.

It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.

A kiss is like singing into someone's mouth.

Words are such small things, like confetti in the brain, and yet they are color and clarify everything, they can stain the mind or warp the feelings.

Our sense of safety depends on predictability, so anything living outside the usual rules we suspect to be an outlaw, a ghoul.

Nature is more like a seesaw than a crystal, a never-ending conga line of bold moves and corrections.

Love is the great intangible. ... Frantic and serene, vigilant and calm, wrung-out and fortified, explosive and sedate -- love commands a vast army of moods. Hoping for victory, limping from the latest skirmish, lovers enter the arena once again. ... Love is the white light of emotion. ... Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one can agree on what it is.