The heart is a museum, filled with the exhibits of a lifetime's loves.

It's animal by animal that you save a species.

Disassociating, mindfulness, transcendence-whatever the label-it's a sort of loophole in our contract with reality, a form of self-rescue.

If we mammals don't get something to eat every day or two, our temperature drops, all our signs fall off, and we begin to starve. Living at biological red alert, it's not surprising how obsessed we are with food; I'm just amazed we don't pace and fret about it all the time.

And yet, words are the passkeys to our souls. Without them, we can't really share the enormity of our lives.

We are defined by how we place our attention.

Adventure is not something you travel to find. It's something you take with you, or you're not going to find it when you arrive.