It is folly to think that we can destroy one species and ecosystem after another and not affect humanity. When we save species, we're actually saving ourselves.

Travel is the best investment you can make in yourself.

[My work as a photographer is a] mission to document endangered species and landscapes in order to show a world worth saving.

The most memorably photos are layered, in good light, and have something really ineresting going on in them. If you can get all three elements into a single frame, now you're talking.

The typical nature photograph shows a butterfly on a pretty flower. The conservation photograph shows the same thing, but with a bulldozer coming at it in the background.

There's no more important mission, because it's folly to think that we can doom wildlife to oblivion and believe humans will be just fine. That's a world I hope to never lay eyes upon.

Remind me not to piss you off Red. You might aim for the heart and shoot me in the balls.

We can see well into the past we can guess shrewdly in to the future but that which is rolled up and muffled in impenetrable folds is today.

In Ireland a writer is looked upon as a failed conversationalist.

If we have intelligence on the location of terrorist training centers, it is insane not to act.

If you put yourself in a situation of unpredictability and then find that it's completely possible to accept it, then you become an observer.

I'd love to write something for a male protagonist. That's sort of the next frontier for me. I think it'd be really amazing to write the kind of parts that I love for women but for a guy.

Doing a kindness produces the single most reliable momentary increase in well-being of any exercise we have tested.

I was a last round draft pick. Nobody wanted me. I could count the amount of scouts that told me to go to school, to forget baseball.

What is all Knowledge too but recorded Experience, and a product of History; of which, therefore, Reasoning and Belief, no less than Action and Passion, are essential materials?

So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love.