Where the imagination is alive, wonder is completely alive. Where the imagination is alive, possibility is awake because imagination is the great friend of possibility. Possibilities are always more interesting than their facts.

If you go out for several hours into a place that is wild, your mind begins to slow down, down, down. What is happening is that the clay of your body is retrieving its own sense of sisterhood with the great clay of the landscape.

I feel that fear is negative wonder. It is the point at which wonder begins to consume itself and scrape off the essence of things.

Functionalism is lethal when it is not balanced by a sense of reverence. Without reverence, there is no sense of presence or wonder.