At the end of the day, Mother Nature has only one question for us: 'What life did you nurture today?

It's like this. Father Time keeps pitching the years at us. We swing and miss at a few. We hit a few out of the park. We try not to take any called strikes.

You can awaken each day to obligations you never chose — or you can decide now to choose them.

We labor to make a house a home, then every time we're expecting visitors, we rush to turn it back into a house.

I believe in a real, physical world. I figure if the world existed only in my mind, it would pay more attention to me.

The hardest thing about reality is returning to it after an hour inside your child's mind.

Sometimes two people need to step apart and make a space between that each might see the other anew, in a glance across a room or silhouetted against the moon.