I'm so excited to be carrying on in Dad's footsteps and making sure that everything he worked so hard for continues for the generations to come.

I feel like I'm nothing without wildlife. They are the stars. I feel awkward without them.

You don't need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.

Every time you lose an animal, it's like losing a brick from the house. Pretty soon the house just falls down, you know?

My Daddy was my hero. He was always there for me when I needed him. He listened to me and taught me so many things. But most of all he was fun.

Everyone we love builds a home in our heart. And when they are gone we spend eternity staring at their empty seat.

I really think I like poisonous snakes.

I love them very much. All animals big and small. You can name an ant for instance.

I'm trying to get across the message that don't be afraid of animals, they're just put on this earth to help the environment and everything like that.

I don't want Daddy's passion to ever end. I want to help endangered wildlife just like he did.

If there's one thing I really want for my birthday, that is for the mining company not to mine my daddy's reserve.

Love is like the sea. It's a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it's different with every shore.

Anything in your life achieved too soon or too freely with little sacrifice is lost too quickly

Can I love someone...and still think/fly? Love is flying, sown, floating. Thought is solitary flight, beating wings.

There is less teaching about sin, and very little warning of judgment.

Shakespeare is the Joss Whedon of his generation.

I see filmmaking as a business and pity anyone who regards it as an art form.

Cooking meat over a fire is one of the most stirring of those ritual acts, usually performed outdoors, on special occasions, in public, and by men.

Your power to choose your direction of your life allows you to reinvent yourself, to change your future, and to powerfully influence the rest of creation.

Language always pre-exists us: it is always already 'in place', waiting to assign us our places within it.

If you went crazy, would you know it?