The global industrial economy is the engine for massive environmental degradation and massive human (and nonhuman) impoverishment.

Hope is a longing for a future condition over which you have no agency; it means you are essentially powerless.

There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists.

Writing is really very easy. Tap a vein and bleed onto the page. Everything else is just technical.

It's no wonder we don't defend the land where we live. We don't live here. We live in television programs and movies and books and with celebrities and in heaven and by rules and laws and abstractions created by people far away and we live anywhere and everywhere except in our particular bodies on this particular land at this particular moment in these particular circumstances.

Learning has to come from doing, not intellectualizing.

I thought a forest was made up entirely of trees, but now I know that the foundation lies below ground, in the fungi.