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.

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.

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

I am a great fan of the universe, which I take literally: as one. All of it interests me, and it interests me in detail.

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

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

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.