What teens will realize is always a mystery to me. I'm still realizing so many things myself, very belatedly, that it seems unwise to think I have any right to be showing people things in hopes that they'll realize them.

Life began as a mystery and will end as a mystery, but what an exciting and wonderful time it is in between.

It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.

Believe something and the Universe is on its way to being changed. Because you’ve changed, by believing. Once you’ve changed, other things start to follow.

When friends couldn't be found, the books were always waiting with something new to tell. Life that was getting too much the same could be shaken up in a few minutes by the pictures in a book of some ancient temple newly discovered deep in a rain-forest, a fuzzy photo of Uranus with it's up-and-down rings, or a prismed picture taken through the faceted eye of a bee.

But how many other kinds of life are there that I could learn to feel? Who knows where thought is hiding? . . .