A kiss is like singing into someone's mouth.

We evolved as creatures knitted into the fabric of nature, and without its intimate truths, we can find ourselves unraveling.

I hate the fearful trimming of possibilities that age brings.

We would lie on coral sand, below sugary stars, watching Cassiopeia mount her throne and the Great Bear wash its paws in the South. I would say, "I have a secret to tell you." And, folding me in your arms, boyish and sly, you would answer: "Whisper it into my mouth.

Mystery causes a mental itch, which the brain tries to soothe with the balm of reasonable talk.

I swear I will not dishonor my soul with hatred, but offer myself humbly as a guardian of nature, as a healer of misery, as a messenger of wonder, as an architect of peace.

Much of life becomes background, but it is the province of art to throw buckets of light into the shadows and make life new again.