Perhaps the most terrible (or wonderful) thing that can happen to an imaginative youth, aside from the curse (or blessing) of imagination itself, is to be exposed without preparation to the life outside his or her own sphere - the sudden revelation that there is a there out there.

When we accept small wonders, we qualify ourselves to imagine great wonders.

There are two lost continents.... We are one: the lovers.

The trouble with the fast lane is that all the movement is horizontal. And I like to go vertical sometimes.

What we have here is an unexpected touchdown on the runway of the heart.

Here's an idea: let's get over ourselves, buy a cherry pie, and go fall in love with life.

The new wrinkle is that escalating advances in technology are nourishing the narcissistic ego the way chicken manure nourishes a rose bush, while exploding worldwide population is allowing its effects to multiply geometrically.