We are letting the extractive energy industries turn the world inside out.

I'm a night owl, and luckily my profession supports that. The best ideas come to me in the dead of night.

I think that the world is in the middle of a huge transition that we have to make to renewable energy. We have to transition away from fossil fuels very, very quickly.

The problem is that everywhere the gas drilling industry goes, a trail of water contamination, air pollution, health concerns and betrayal of basic American civic and community values follows.

Natural gas is a bridge fuel. But it's not a bridge - it's a gangplank. It's either a bridge in space or a bridge in time. The bridge in time we don't need. We have renewable technology right now.

When you're cornered, there are two things you can do: move or fight.

I think 'Gasland' is the doorway for a lot of people to see something happening in their backyard and realize the national and global implications.

I think we're in an era of unprecedented dominance by corporations. I think people understand that deeply; I don't think that's even questioned.

We're not living in a society that science actually dominates the conversation. We're living in a situation where some science is allowed and a lot of it's about policy.

We should be moving vigorously towards renewable energy. The technology of which is right here right now.

When you live in a watershed area, in a pristine area, and you could watch this whole place fall apart in front of your eyes, you don't sell your soul for a buck.

We’ll stand before the piles of stones that used to be weapons, and we’ll build an altar.

When I started to climb, the sky seemed to be sunny and blue. But being up here on the oak tree it is cloudy and foggy.

I'm a complete technophobe. I can't even email.

Prisons! Prisons! Prisons, dungeons, blessed places where evil is impossible since they are the crossroads of all the malediction in the world. One cannot commit evil in evil.

And the United States of America should have been at the front of that line. And was not.

Humor is hope's companion in arms. It is not brash, it is not cheap, it is not heartless. Among other things I think humor is a shield, a weapon, a survival kit.

Plunge into the deep without fear, with the gladness of April in your heart.

Silence is truth. Silence is bliss. Silence is peace. And hence Silence is the Self.

Oh God, make me good, but not yet.

He who has ceased to learn has ceased to teach. He who no longer sows in the study will no more reap in the pulpit.