Power is neither male or female.

Welcome...to Jurassic Park!

Whenever you hear the consensus of scientists agrees on something or other, reach for your wallet, because you're being had.

The extreme positions of the Crossfire Syndrome require extreme simplification - framing the debate in terms which ignore the real issues.

Let's be clear. The planet is not in jeopardy. We are in jeopardy. We haven't got the power to destroy the planet - or to save it. But we might have the power to save ourselves.

Books aren't written - they're rewritten. Including your own. It is one of the hardest things to accept, especially after the seventh rewrite hasn't quite done it.

You think you can destroy the planet? What intoxicating vanity. . . . . We've been residents here for the blink of an eye. If we're gone tomorrow, the earth will not miss us.

Life is wonderful. It's a gift to be alive, to see the sun and breathe the air. And there isn't really anything else.

It's better to die laughing than to live each moment in fear.

Do you know what we call opinion in the absence of evidence? We call it prejudice.

Social control is best managed through fear.

One moment of true happiness was worth all the moments of pain. (Jessica)

The night and the streets were ours and the future lay sparkling ahead.And we thought we would know each other forever.

For the learning of every virtue there is an appropriate discipline, and for the learning of suspended judgment the best discipline is philosophy.

I am simply just one monk. That's all.

Ah, words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away.

I walked over and picked up one of the jugs. "What's this? Some kind of Caster disinfectant?" Lena took it out of my hand and lined it up with the others. "Yeah, it's called bleach.

The difference between management and administration (which is what bureaucrats used to do exclusively) is the difference between choice and rigidity.

I once read that people who study others are wise but those who study themselves are enlightened.

I shall desire and I shall find The best of my desires; The autumn road, the mellow wind That soothes the darkening shires. And laughter, and inn-fires.

That's pretty tough talk from a guy who has fewer days at work this year than he has houses.