A primary purpose of the police is to enforce the delusions of those with lots of green paper.

If we celebrate life with all its contradictions, embrace, experience, and ultimately live with it, a chance exists for a spiritual life filled not only with pain and untidiness, but also with joy, community, and creativity.

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

We cannot hope to create a sustainable culture with any but sustainable souls.

In order to maintain our way of living, we must tell lies to each other, and especially to ourselves.

By deafening ourselves to the emotional consequences of violence we have become confused by its relationship to sex. We have come to believe that violence equals aggression, and we have come to base our model of sexuality on our model of violence... converting an act of aggression into an act of consensual sexuality.

But what, precisely, is hope? At a talk I gave last spring, someone asked me to define it. I turned the question back on the audience, and here’s the definition we all came up with: hope is a longing for a future condition over which you have no agency; it means you are essentially powerless.