A kiss is like singing into someone's mouth.

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

For if I do something, I never do it thoughtlessly.

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.

I watched her face switch among the radio stations of memory

Because we can't escape our ancient hunger to live close to nature, we encircle the house with lawns and gardens, install picture windows, adopt pets and Boston ferns, and scent everything that touches our lives.

There is a furnace in our cells, and when we breathe we pass the world through our bodies, brew it lightly, and turn it loose again, gently altered for having known us.