Blessed are those who do whatever they can wherever they are, for no one is devoid of resources or opportunities.

The world is not in any sense in danger from itself. The world is in fact not in any danger at all. It is we who are in danger.

Indigenous people believe that Man belongs to the World; civilized people believe that the World belongs to Man.

You've been in love with someone for a decade - someone who barely knows you're alive. You've done everything, tried everything to make this person see that you're a valuable, estimable person, and that your love is worth something. Then one day you open the paper and glance at the Personals column, and there you see that your loved one has placed an ad... seeking someone worthwhile to love and be loved by.

The theory I'm putting forward here is that storytelling is a genetic characteristic in the sense that early human hunters who were able to organize events into stories were more successful than hunters who weren't—and this success translated directly into reproductive success. In other words, hunters who were storytellers tended to be better represented in the gene pool than hunters who weren't, which (incidentally) accounts for the fact that storytelling isn't just found here and there among human cultures, it's found universally.

In fact, of course, there is no secret knowledge; no one knows anything that can't be found on a shelf in the public library.

[A]ny species that exempts itself from the rules of competition ends up destroying the community in order to support its own expansion.