... love is an act of sedition, a revolt against reason, an uprising in the body politic, a private mutiny.

Adventure is not something you travel to find. It's something you take with you, or you're not going to find it when you arrive.

Though most of us don't hunt, our eyes are still the great monopolists of our senses. To taste or touch your enemy or your food, you have to be unnervingly close to it. To smell or hear it, you can risk being further off. But vision can rush through the fields and up the mountains, travel across time, country, and parsecs of outer space, and collect bushel baskets of information as it goes. Animals that hear high frequencies better than we do

Love is the white light of emotion.

habit, a particularly insidious thug who chokes passion and smothers love. Habit puts us on autopilot.

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.

We're losing biodiversity globally at an alarming rate, and we need a cornucopia of different plants and animals, for the planet's health and our own.