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.

For the longest time I didn't realize I was creative - I just thought I was strange.

I hate the fearful trimming of possibilities that age brings.

No matter how politely one says it, we owe our existence to the farts of blue-green algae.

Smell is the mute sense, the one without words.

Look in the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret. You are looking into a predator's eyes. Most predators have eyes set right on the front of their heads, so they can use binocular vision to sight and track their prey.

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