It is important to know what a person was. But it's more important to know what they are now.

Look inside yourself for the answers - you're the only one who knows what's best for you. Everybody else is only guessing.

A long time ago a bunch of people reached a general consensus as to what's real and what's not and most of us have been going along with it ever since.

All forests have their own personality. I don't just mean the obvious differences, like how an English woodland is different from a Central American rain forest, or comparing tracts of West Coast redwoods to the saguaro forests of the American Southwest... they each have their own gossip, their own sound, their own rustling whispers and smells. A voice speaks up when you enter their acres that can't be mistaken for one you'd hear anyplace else, a voice true to those particular tress, individual rather than of their species.

Gina always believed there was magic in the world. "But it doesn't work in the way it does in fairy tales," she told me. "It doesn't save us. We have to save ourselves.

If you don't believe that the world has a heart, then you won't hear it beating, you won't think it's alive and you won't consider what you're doing to it.

Why did men worship in churches, locking themselves away in the dark, when the world lay beyond its doors in all its real glory?