To put your hands in a river is to feel the chords that bind the earth together.

The cold view to take of our future is that we are therefore headed for extinction in a universe of impersonal chemical, physical, and biological laws. A more productive, certainly more engaging view, is that we have the intelligence to grasp what is happening, the composure not to be intimidated by its complexity, and the courage to take steps that may bear no fruit in our lifetimes.

When I sit at that typewriter, I have to be frightened of what I'm trying to do. I'm frightened by my own belief that I can actually get a story down on paper.

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

The most intelligent thing we can do is love, not reason.

The attempt to close the gap between what is known and what IS, is the temptation behind the apple in Genesis.

I lay there knowing something eerie ties us to the world of animals. Sometimes the animals pull you backward into it. You share hunger and fear with them like salt in blood.