Writing is my form of celebration and prayer.

As a species, we've somehow survived large and small ice ages, genetic bottlenecks, plagues, world wars and all manner of natural disasters, but I sometimes wonder if we'll survive our own ingenuity.

There are well-dressed foolish ideas just as there are well-dressed fools.

Wonder is the heaviest element on the periodic table. Even a tiny fleck of it stops time.

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.

A kiss is like singing into someone's mouth.

Smell is the mute sense, the one without words.