They're very beautiful, aren't they? Clouds are very beautiful and yet so often we fail to appreciate them properly. We should do that. We should look at them and think about how lucky we are to have them.

At night we are all strangers, even to ourselves.

Talking about pumpkins doesn't make them grow.

We should be careful of the insults we fling at others, lest they return and land at our feet, newly minted to apply to those who had first coined them.

Everybody has friends they dislike; people who they have slipped into relationships with, people they would not have chosen had they been more cautious, more circumspect.

There are old mycologists and there are bold mycologists, but there are no old, bold mycologists.

It's through the small things that we develop our moral imagination, so that we can understand the sufferings of others.