Breathing involves a continual oscillation between exhaling and inhaling, offering ourselves to the world at one moment and drawing the world into ourselves at the next.

Other animals, in a constant and mostly unmediated relation with their sensory surroundings, think with the whole of their bodies.

Humans are tuned for relationship. The eyes, the skin, the tongue, ears, and nostrils-all are gates where our body receives the nourishment of otherness.

We are human only in contact, and conviviality, with what is not human.

We like to assume that language is a purely human property, our exclusive possession, and that everything else is basically mute.

Sensory perception is the silken web that binds our separate nervous systems into the encompassing ecosystem.

Only by affirming the animateness of perceived things do we allow our words to emerge directly from the depths of our ongoing reciprocity with the world.

The world we experience with our unaided senses is fluid and animate, shifting and transforming in response to our own shifts of position and of mood.

What we say has such a profound influence upon what we see, and hear, and taste of the world!

Breathing involves a continual oscillation between exhaling and inhaling, offering ourselves to the world at one moment and drawing the world into ourselves at the next...

The church has never been asked to explain anything, our speciality, along with ballistics, has always been the neutralisation of the overly curious mind through faith.

You don’t have to stop dreaming.

Looking hard for a drive in, searching for a corner cafe, where the hamburgers sizzle on an open grill night and day.

We don't think of ourselves as being perfectionists, really. To us it's more about desperately trying to have it sound more or less OK.

Certainly we must be strong, but strength is, to me, not just a force, but rather a vocabulary of many means

What kind of thoughtless creep would burn a book?

At peace? Who but the insane would ever be at peace? What person who has enjoyed life could possibly think one is enough? Who could live even a day and not feel the sweet ache of regret?

I still believe that at any time the no-talent police will come and arrest me.

My belief is guns don't kill people, people kill people.

Love is divine only and difficult always.