The last generation's worst fears became the next one's B-grade entertainment.

War so conspicuously benefits rich men and kills the poor ones.

In the day-to-day, farm work is stress relief for me. At the end of the day, I love having this other career - my anti-job - that keeps me in shape and gives me control over a vegetal domain.

When the scope of the problem seems insuperable, isn't it time to call this one, give it up, and get on with life as we know it. I do know that answer to that one: that's called child abuse. When my teenager worries that her generation won't be able to fix this problem, I have to admit to her that it won't be up to her generation. It's up to mine. This is a now-or-never kind of project.

Science doesn't tell us what we should do. It only tells us what is.

Sugar, it's no parade but you'll get down the street one way or another, so you'd just as well throw your shoulders back and pick up the pace.

For if there is any single thing that everyone hopes for most dearly, it must be this: that the youngest outlive the oldest.