It just seems clear to me that as long as we are all here, it's pretty clear that the struggle is to share the planet, rather than divide it.

After all, how can a society flourish, a country attain democracy and health, children grow into intelligent beings, sensitive to the needs of an ever more fragile and endangered planet, if half it's people are kept out of the driver's seat?

I almost never do anything for Black History Month, because I feel it's just another way to separate us.

I think we have to own the fears that we have of each other, and then, in some practical way, some daily way, figure out how to see people differently than the way we were brought up to.

I know, in my soul, that to eat a creature who is raised to be eaten, and who never has a chance to be a real being, is unhealthy. It's like...you're just eating misery. You're eating a bitter life.

Tea to the English is really a picnic indoors.

'Thank you' is the best prayer that anyone could say.