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

Hurricane season brings a humbling reminder that, despite our technologies, most of nature remains unpredictable.

habit, a particularly insidious thug who chokes passion and smothers love. Habit puts us on autopilot.

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

It's essential to tailor rehab to what impassions someone. The brain gradually learns by riveting its attention-through endless repetitions.

Look at your feet. You are standing in the sky. When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth. We walk through it, yell into it, rake leaves, wash the dog, and drive cars in it. We breathe it deep within us. With every breath, we inhale millions of molecules of sky, heat them briefly, and then exhale them back into the world.

hope and uncertainty [are] the twin ingredients necessary for romance to thrive. ... Nothing begins with so much excitement and hope, or fails as often, as love.