There is nothing like a gleam of humor to reassure you that a fellow human being is ticking inside a strange face.
The more words I have, the more distinct, precise my perceptions become--and such lucidity is a form of joy.
The wonder is what you can make a paradise out of.
Laughter is the lightning rod of play, the eroticism of conversation.
Why look any further if you've discovered complete satisfaction.
I never fail to be moved by knowing that the ground on which I walk is layered with the past- with achievement and strife and the repeated passions and conflicts of the human creature, always changing, always the same. Generations passing like grass.