Culture is what people invent when they have lost nature.

Wonder is a bulky emotion. When you let it fill your heart and mind, there isn't room for anxiety, distress or anything else.

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

I'm fascinated how often and with what whole-heartedness people will risk their lives to perform acts of courage, sacrifice, and compassion for total strangers.

I watched her face switch among the radio stations of memory

Who you are isn't tied solely to what you say, even though it may feel that way to you now.

A life like an intricately woven basket, frayed, worn, broken, unraveled, reworked, reknit from many of its original pieces... Life can survive in the constant shadow of illness, and even rise to moments of rampant joy, but the shadow remains, and one has to make space for it.