That is the fundamental nature of gifts: they move, and their value increases with their passage.

The word ecology is derived from the Greek oikos, the word for home.

caring is not abstract. The circle of ecological compassion we feel is enlarged by direct experience of the living world, and shrunken by its lack.

To love a place is not enough. We must find ways to heal it.

All powers have two sides, the power to create and the power to destroy. We must recognize them both, but invest our gifts on the side of creation.

The very earth that sustains us is being destroyed to fuel injustice. An economy that grants personhood to corporations but denies it to the more-than-human beings

Ruined land was accepted as the collateral damage of progress.

I wonder if much that ails our society stems from the fact that we have allowed ourselves to be cut off from that love of, and from, the land. It is medicine for broken land and empty hearts.

In some Native languages the term for plants translates to “those who take care of us.

Balance is not a passive resting place—it takes work, balancing the giving and the taking, the raking out and the putting in.

I am a wildflower in your perfect bed of roses.

Even with protection, even with death threats, I can publish, I can travel and I can live the life that I want and not the one my parents want or some imam somewhere thinks I should live.

I have about concluded that wealth is a state of mind, and that anyone can acquire a wealthy state of mind by thinking rich thoughts.

I was brought up to be a gentleman. That means you know how to walk, talk and dress the part.

I'm an entertainer and I entertain people and they entertain me back by asking questions. And some of them I answer.

The ordinary saying is, Count money after your father; so the same prudence adviseth to measure the ends of all counsels, though uttered by never so intimate a friend.

I am going to pretend that all life is just a game which I must play as skilfully and fairly as I can. If I lose, I am going to shrug my shoulders and laugh—also if I win.

So the question really is, Why doesn't that pain make you say, I won't do it again? When the pain is so bad that you have to say that, but you don't.

I refuse to be stereotyped.

Each time I wake,I think, At last, this is over, but it isn't.