Would the last animal, eating garbage and living on the last scrap of land, his mate dead, would he still forgive you?

To put your hands in a river is to feel the chords that bind the earth together.

The land is like poetry: it is inexplicably coherent, it is transcendent in its meaning, and it has the power to elevate a consideration of human life.

If stories come to you, care for them. And learn to give them away where they are needed. Sometimes a person needs a story more than food to stay alive.

We cannot, of course, save the World because we do not have authority over its parts. We can serve the world though. That is everyone's calling, to lead a life that helps.

The interior landscape responds to the character and subtlety of the exterior landscape; the shape of the individual mind is affected by the land as it is by genes.

Everything is held together with stories. That is all that is holding us together, stories and compassion.

The land gets inside of us; and we must decide one way or another what this means, what we will do about it.

real beauty is so deep you have to move into darkness to understand it.

Sometimes a person needs a story more than food to stay alive.

We simply do not understand our place in the universe and have not the courage to admit it.

My youth is like a scab: under it there is a wound that every day leaks blood. It disfigures me.

I'm such a romantic at heart.

Moreover, if the territorial state is to continue as the last word in the development of society, then war is inevitable.

There is nothing more 'elitist' than thinking our palate pleasure can ever justify a second of suffering or a single death. Please go vegan.

At this point in my life, I'm not looking for any happy endings. I'm just looking to get things started.

There doesn't seem to be a lot of middle ground with me.

Remember, with writing, what you’re looking for is just one person to come up and tell you, 'I love you for what you do.'

I don't think jogging is healthy, especially morning jogging. If morning joggers knew how tempting they looked to morning motorists, they would stay home and do sit-ups.

I pretty much only write by default, because I want to make certain projects so instead of trying to wait and find them, I create them, but I'm not really a writer.

Wise words are like arrows flung at your forehead. What do you do? Why, you duck of course.