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.

As fleeting emotions stalk it, a face can leak fear or the guilt of a forming lie.

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

Knee-deep in the cosmic overwhelm, I’m stricken by the ricochet wonder of it all: the plain everythingness of everything, in cahoots with the everythingness of everything else.

Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is.

The daftest logic brings such sweet unrest.

If we mammals don't get something to eat every day or two, our temperature drops, all our signs fall off, and we begin to starve. Living at biological red alert, it's not surprising how obsessed we are with food; I'm just amazed we don't pace and fret about it all the time.