A burnt finger remember the fire.

You can't send me anywhere that I wouldn't be happy to go. You'd be surprised as to how that lightens the heart.

The infinite faith I have in people's ability to understand anything that makes sense has always been justified, finally, by their behavior.

The earth is for joy, and dancing is a big part of that. And you dance with nature. Nature is always dancing. If you're not harassing it and killing it and mutilating it, nature is dancing. That's what the leaves are doing when the wind blows through them. We live in a magical wonderful universe. And just spoil it while thinking we can at some point go to heaven or some other planet.

You die - and this is why manmade religions don't work for so many of us. The notion that you're dead and that's the end, and they even try to contain you in coffins. They make them out of steel and stuff. But really, your journey - for all you know - is just beginning. For all I know, what you see now is just a tiny little seed. So, I may blossom into an entire - I don't know - something in the sky. Who knows where we're going?

Activism is my rent for living on the planet.

How simple a thing it seems to me that to know ourselves as we are, we must know our mothers names.