You never know with politicians what they are really saying. And I don't say that in a negative way-they have an appalling job.

I have heard that the Saudi Arabians are paying Greenpeace to campaign against Nuclear Power. It wouldn't surprise me at all.

NASA will send up a big sun shade that will be in orbit between the earth and sun and deflect 2 or 3 percent of the sunshine back into space. It would be cheaper than the international space station.

Evolution is a tightly coupled dance, with life and the material environment as partners. From the dance emerges the entity Gaia.

There aren't just bad people that commit genocide; we are all capable of it. It's our evolutionary history.

The problem is we don't know what the climate is doing. We thought we knew 20 years ago. That led to some alarmist books - mine included - because it looked clear-cut, but it hasn't happened.

Let's make hay while it lasts.

Perhaps the single most important thing that we can do to undo the harm we have done is to fix firmly in our minds the thought: the earth is alive.

Nature favors those organisms which leave the environment in better shape for their progeny to survive.

I suspect any worries about genetic engineering may be unnecessary. Genetic mutations have always happened naturally, anyway.

The oil companies regard nuclear power as their rival, who will reduce their profits, so they put out a lot of disinformation about nuclear power.

The painter has the Universe in his mind and hands.

There is a song in your heart, only you can hear it. In silence, that is the song of longing and love.

Better to be a diamond in the rough, than a polished fake in denial.

The weather and my mood have little connection. I have my foggy and my fine days within me

Laws die books never.

Apparently, the world is not a wish granting factory.

There are no insect eggs in my food.” Mrs. White reiterated. You should use that in your advertising,” Nate suggested.

I haven't felt compelled to go back in the studio and do anything serious. I have a little sort of home studio thing which I potter about in occasionally.

'Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow,' if you go through the lyrics, is such a haunting melody, and the words are, for a pop song, pretty deep and dark.

Between cowardice and despair, valour is gendred.