Words are such small things, like confetti in the brain, and yet they are color and clarify everything, they can stain the mind or warp the feelings.

... love is an act of sedition, a revolt against reason, an uprising in the body politic, a private mutiny.

It's animal by animal that you save a species.

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.

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

We're dabbling in eugenics all the time, breeding ideal crops to replace less aesthetic or nutritious or hardy varieties; leveling forests to graze cattle or erect shopping malls and condos; planting groves of a few familiar trees that homeowners and industries prefer.

The knowing, I told myself, is only a vapor of the mind, and yet it can wreck havok with one's sanity.