Have you seen the snow leopard? No! Isn't that wonderful?.

This world is painted on a wild dark metal.

And only the enlightened can recall their former lives; for the rest of us, the memories of past existences are but glints of light, twinges of longi….

I have never figured out how women work but I do know that their skin color has no significance. Black or white, every last one is pretty pink on the….

Where to begin? Do we measure the relaxing of the feet? The moment when the eye glimpses the hawk, when instinct functions? For in this pure action, ….

My eye is fixed not on the ending of the book but on the feeling of that ending..

Illuminated by the same joyful curiosity and erudition, lyric writing, and plain love of life that made a classic of Archie Carr's The Windward Road..