The further we distance ourselves from the spell of the present, explored by our senses, the harder it will be to understand and protect nature's precarious balance, let alone the balance of our own human nature.
Diane Ackermanhabit, a particularly insidious thug who chokes passion and smothers love. Habit puts us on autopilot.
Diane AckermanThere is that unique moment when one confronts something new and astonishment begins.
Diane AckermanSymbolic of life, hair bolts from our head[s]. Like the earth, it can be harvested, but it will rise again. We can change its color and texture when the mood strikes us, but in time it will return to its original form, just as Nature will in time turn our precisely laid-out cities into a weed-way.
Diane Ackerman