The senses don't just make sense of life in bold or subtle acts of clarity, they tear reality apart into vibrant morsels and reassemble them into a meaningful pattern.

Touch seems to be as essential as sunlight.

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.

Fear is danger to your body, but disgust is danger to your soul.

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

We tend to think of memories as monuments we once forged and may find intact beneath the weedy growth of years. But, in a real sense, memories are tied to and describe the present. Formed in an idiosyncratic way when they happened, they're also true to the moment of recall, including how you feel, all you've experienced, and new values, passions, and vulnerability. One never steps into the same stream of consciousness twice.

Though we marry as adults, we don't marry adults. We marry children who have grown up and still rejoice in being children, especially if we're creative.