Nine-tenths of human law is about possession.

If you ask me, when something extraordinary shows up in your life in the middle of the night, you give it a name and make it the best home you can.

You force people to stop asking questions, and before you know it they have auctioned off the question mark, or sold it for scrap. No boldness. No good ideas for fixing what's broken in the land. Because if you happen to mention it's broken, you are automatically disqualified.

There is a strange moment in time, after something horrible happens, when you know it's true, but you haven't told anyone yet.

Poor Congo, barefoot bride of men who took her jewels and promised the Kingdom.

He needs to go rub his soul against life.

Scientific illiteracy in our populations is leaving too many of us unprepared to discuss or understand much of the damage we are wreaking on our atmosphere, our habitat, and even the food that enters our mouths.