In our heart we know that life loves life. Yet we feast on some of the other life-forms with which we share our planet; we kill to live. Taste is what carries us across that rocky moral terrain, what makes the horror palatable, and the paradox we could not defend by reason melts into a jungle of sweet temptations.

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.

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

Habitats keep evolving new pageants of species, and we shouldn't interfere.

I am a great fan of the universe, which I take literally: as one. All of it interests me, and it interests me in detail.

Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is.

Part of the irony of environmentalism is questing for solutions when you know you're part of the problem.