“Although 'making love' may serve as a polite name for an act that has many rude ones, it's misleading. For lovers do not so much make love as they are remade by love -- dipped into the fire, melted down, reshaped. If they are devoted to one another, love will transform them, dissolving the shells of…”Tagged: Sex, Making Love, Love
“Every sentence is a wispy net, capturing a few flecks of meaning. The sun shines without vocabulary. The salmon has no name for the urge that drives it upstream. The newborn groping for the nipple knows hunger long before it knows a single word. Even with an entire dictionary in one's head, one…”Tagged: Universe, Understanding The Universe, Our Place In The Universe, humanity, Being A Human
“Nothing less than the undivided universe can be our true home.”Tagged: Universe, Understanding The Universe, Our Place In The Universe, humanity, Being A Human
“What memory is made of I cannot say; my body, at least, is made of atoms on loan from the earth. How implausible, that these atoms should have gathered to form this I, this envelope of skin that walks about.”Tagged: Universe, Understanding The Universe, Our Place In The Universe, humanity, Being A Human
“Afraid of dying, yes, but even more of not having lived, afraid of passing my days in a stupor, afraid of squandering my moment in the light.”Tagged: Universe, Understanding The Universe, Our Place In The Universe, humanity, Being A Human
“I also have another quality, and that is an unshakable hunger to know who I am, where I am, and into what sort of cosmos I have been so briefly and astonishingly sprung.”Tagged: Universe, Understanding The Universe, Our Place In The Universe, humanity, Being A Human
“Then I withdrew my hand and she smoothed her skirt, neither of us risking a word, and we teetered there for a hundred heartbeats on those swaying branches, shaken by inner as well as outer winds.”Tagged: Desire, Love, Lust, Moth To A Flame, Poetic Language
“'That's the universe unfolding," she told us, "right there in your hands. The same as in every cell of our bodies. Now why? That's the question I can't ever get behind. Why should the universe be alive? Why does it obey laws? And why these particular laws? For that matter, why is there a universe at…”Tagged: Universe, Understanding The Universe, Our Place In The Universe, humanity, Being A Human
“It would have been hard put to explain who I was or why I had come back. Maybe I also wanted to keep the past pure, unmixed with the present.”Tagged: Home, Returning Home, Finding Home, Going Home, tension
“drawn in those days like a moth to the flame of a girl.”Tagged: Desire, Love, Lust, Moth To A Flame, Poetic Language