Violets smell like burnt sugar cubes that have been dipped in lemon and velvet.

Because poets feel what we're afraid to feel, venture where we're reluctant to go, we learn from their journeys without taking the same dramatic risks.

What an odd, ruminating, noisy, self-interrupting conversation we conduct with ourselves from birth to death.

Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains...

Adult bats don't weigh much. They're mainly fur and appetite.

Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.

As the most social apes, we inhabit a mirror-world in which every important relationship, whether with spouse, friend or child, shapes the brain, which in turn shapes our relationships.