Our CO2 mixes with everyone else's within a year, then hangs around for centuries like a shroud.

Unless we redesign our civilization in numerous ways, all of the science in the world won't save us.

Trusting your energy policy to the fossil fuel lobby is like trusting your health care system to the tobacco lobby.

Perhaps we should put up posters in such places reminding people that where they stand was underwater the last time that the Earth ran a 3°F fever.

You can always spot the pioneers by the arrows in their backs.

Carrying on as usual carries enormous risks, condemning today's students to a world of constant insecurity and frequent catastrophes.

The real focus needs to be on political action to stop this runaway train, real soon.

If we don't start thinking big about the CO2 problem, we may miss our opportunity to stop a climate runaway that will trash the habitable parts of the earth.

It's going to be like herding stray cats, and the political leaders who can do it will be remembered as the same kind of geniuses who pulled off the American Revolution.

Countries that innovate first get the new jobs, developing an economic edge over the C-free laggards that end up having to later import the technology.

Stopping emissions growth represents the most minimal of do-something responses.

It's strange how quickly the significance of of a certain smell can change, depending on what path it decides to take through the brain. It's strange how close love and fear live to each other.

The truth is, he was so glad at being free from his long enchantment that all dangers seemed a game in comparison. But the rest found it an eerie journey.

I think it was my mom's attitude about art and being part of the narcissistic digital generation or whatever that made me think anyone would care what I had to say about anything!

Allies never trust each other, but that doesn't spoil their effectiveness.

When I became political and Communist, it was because they were the only people I had ever met who fought the color bar in their lives.

I'm almost six feet tall and have a deep voice. People never knew how to cast me.

I heave the basketball; I know it sails in a parabola, exhibiting perfect symmetry, which is interrupted by the basket. It's funny, but it is always interrupted by the basket.

The individual is the central, rarest, most precious capital resource of our society.

I still eat pizzas, I still like pies, I still have spaghetti hoops for breakfast... but it's in moderation now.

Such sorrow— The cry of true compassion Sinks into my hard ego.