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

We humans are obsessed with lights...Perhaps it is our way of hurling the constellations back at the sky.

In the absence of touching and being touched, people of all ages can sicken and grow touched starved. Touch seems to be as essential as sunlight.

Though we marry as adults, we don't marry adults. We marry children who have grown up and still rejoice in being children, especially if we're creative.

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

I try to give myself passionately, totally, to whatever I'm observing, with as much affectionate curiosity as I can muster, as a means of understanding a little better what being human is.

Complexity excites the mind, and order rewards it. In the garden, one finds both, including vanishingly small orders too complex to spot, and orders so vast the mind struggles to embrace them.