Who are we? That is the big question. And essentially we are just an upright-walking, big-brained, super-intelligent ape.

If you want to become a fossil, you need to die somewhere where your bones will be rapidly buried. You then hope that the Earth moves in such a way as to bring the bones back up to the surface.

What is it that really makes us, us? It's our collective intelligence. It's our ability to write things down, our language and our consciousness.

My father so appropriately put it that we are certainly the only animal that makes conscious choices that are bad for our survival as a species.

In the rush of today's world, and with more than half of us now living in cities, the majority of people are less and less connected with the spectacle of Nature.

One moves more slowly in heels. Walking fast is neither sexy nor engaging. Nobody notices the people who race around. If you're walking in heels, you've got time. It's much more attractive.

I personally want to "do" death in the active and not the passive, and to be there to look it in the eye and be doing something when it comes for me.

Nowadays it's not who wears the pants in the family, but who carries the credit cards.

Little black horse. Where are you taking your dead rider?

Keep making the movements of life.

The will of a majority is the will of a rabble. Progressive democracy is incompatable with liberty.

People gain so much hope when they know they are not experiencing something alone.

Once you pick up a skateboard, you'll find out that it's not a hobby, it's not a sport, it's a lifestyle.

We're all confused, Samantha. We all need more time to think. That's life. Get over it.

Criticism may not be agreeable, but it is necessary. It fulfils the same function as pain in the human body. It calls attention to an unhealthy state of things.