It's animal by animal that you save a species.

[On gardens:] I think they're sanctuaries for the mind and spirit. ... It's easy to feel wonder-struck in a garden, especially if you cultivate delight.

Love is like a batik created from many emotional colors, it is a fabric whose pattern and brightness may vary.

No matter how politely one says it, we owe our existence to the farts of blue-green algae.

I hate the fearful trimming of possibilities that age brings.

An animal on a leash is not tamed by the owner. The owner is extending himself through the leash to that part of his personality which is pure dog, that part of him which just wants to eat, sleep, bark, hump chairs, wet the floor in joy, and drink out of a toilet bowl.

Touch seems to be as essential as sunlight.