Human language is lit with animal life: we play cats-cradle or have hare-brained ideas; we speak of badgering, or outfoxing someone; to squirrel something away and to ferret it out.

The silencing of the rainforests is a double deforestation, not only of trees but a deforestation of the mind's music, medicine and knowledge.

Language is wild - you can't fence it or tell it what to do - and it's the same with people. Even under the worst excesses of Stalinism or consumerism, the human spirit will still express itself.

Children say they are unhappy in every language they have. They say it in silence, and they say it in riots.

We are animal in our blood and in our skin. We were not born for pavements and escalators but for thunder and mud.

Just because Galileo was a heretic doesn't make every heretic a Galileo.

Singing with others is an unmediated, shared experience as each person feels the same music reverberating in their individual bodies. Singing is part of our humanity; it is embodied empathy.

Clock measurement is not time itself. In fact, so opposed are they that one could argue the clock is not a synonym, but the opposite of time.

A wild creature is not subject to any will except its own

As a writer you have a duty to be a messenger.

The losses of the natural world are our loss, their silence silences something within the human mind.

Both childbirth and abortion are medical procedures but neither is an illness, and sometimes they're both treated as such.

Economy is a way of spending money without getting any pleasure out of it.

Nobody can make you angry without your consent, nobody can disappoint you without your consent, you have to give people consent to do these things.

I’m an ordinary girl who believed in her dream.

I try to seek out and surround myself with people who just percolate fresh, original, and creative ideas.

Of course, everybody says they're for peace. Hitler was for peace. Everybody is for peace. The question is: What kind of peace?

I love the drive from York to Whitby over the moors - one of the great journeys, in my book.

May be refined, and join the angelic train.

Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth.

The manager asks how and when; the leader asks what and why.