We humans are obsessed with lights...Perhaps it is our way of hurling the constellations back at the sky.

One of the things I like best about animals in the wild is that they're always off on some errand. They have appointments to keep. It's only we humans who wonder what we're here for.

Our sense of safety depends on predictability, so anything living outside the usual rules we suspect to be an outlaw, a ghoul.

Not much is known about alligators. They don't train well. And they're unwieldy and rowdy to work with in laboratories.

So before I start work on a book, I'm like a pregnant mole - I obsessively tidy and order my closets and everything in my study. Because there's such a cascade of images and ideas that I'm grapping with mentally, I couldn't also be in a chaotic setting.

Love is the white light of emotion.

The more we exile ourselves from nature, the more we crave its miracle waters.