Everything is held together with stories. That is all that is holding us together, stories and compassion.

Everything is held together with stories. That is all that is holding us together, stories and compassion.

If there is a stage at which an individual life becomes truly adult, it must be when one grasps the irony in its unfolding and accepts responsibility for a life lived in the midst of such paradox.

The land gets inside of us; and we must decide one way or another what this means, what we will do about it.

We cannot, of course, save the World because we do not have authority over its parts. We can serve the world though. That is everyone's calling, to lead a life that helps.

One must live in the middle of contradiction, because if all contradiction were eliminated at once life would collapse.

Would the last animal, eating garbage and living on the last scrap of land, his mate dead, would he still forgive you?