In the late 1960s, there were alarming predictions that worldwide famine was around the corner. I wondered if humans had already lost the race, overrun the Earth's capacity. I let one question lead to the next, and unearthed information that would forever change my life: Not only is there enough food in the world to feed every man, woman, and child on Earth, there is enough to make us all chubby.

I was a compulsive eater in my late teens and until I wrote Diet for a Small Planet, so I know what it feels like when food becomes a threat.

[Fear] means that we are human beings walking into the unknown, and that we are risking breaking with others for something we believe in.

If we cannot know what's possible, then we are free to do that which is pulling our hearts and that which is life serving.

Freedom is not the capacity to do whatever we please; freedom is the capacity to make intelligent choices.

What has dawned on me is that focusing on the "finite planet" frame sends a message that we have gone as far as Nature can take us and therefore we need to give power to forces outside Nature.

Hope is not what we find in evidence, it's what we become in action.