The losses of the natural world are our loss, their silence silences something within the human mind.

The silencing of the rainforests is a double deforestation, not only of trees but a deforestation of the mind's music, medicine and knowledge.

Language is wild - you can't fence it or tell it what to do - and it's the same with people. Even under the worst excesses of Stalinism or consumerism, the human spirit will still express itself.

Children say they are unhappy in every language they have. They say it in silence, and they say it in riots.

We are animal in our blood and in our skin. We were not born for pavements and escalators but for thunder and mud.

Human language is lit with animal life: we play cats-cradle or have hare-brained ideas; we speak of badgering, or outfoxing someone; to squirrel something away and to ferret it out.

Just because Galileo was a heretic doesn't make every heretic a Galileo.

Singing with others is an unmediated, shared experience as each person feels the same music reverberating in their individual bodies. Singing is part of our humanity; it is embodied empathy.

Clock measurement is not time itself. In fact, so opposed are they that one could argue the clock is not a synonym, but the opposite of time.

A wild creature is not subject to any will except its own

As a writer you have a duty to be a messenger.

To have faith is to trust yourself to the water. When you swim you don't grab hold of the water, because if you do you will sink and drown. Instead you relax, and float.

When night comes on in a room lit by kerosene, any flicker of the flame can give the sense that darkness is about to triumph.

If you don't love what you write, then nobody's going to enjoy reading it.

In the art world, Monet means money.

If it is made in a lab then it takes a lab to digest.

I think JR would make a better President than the one we have now.

I'm not really satisfied with anything I have written to date.

Drugs won't enhance your performance.

The wounds that cannot be seen are more painful than those that can be treated by a doctor.

Poetry is a finikin thing of air That lives uncertainly and not for long Yet radiantly beyond much lustier blurs.