In a very unscientific statement, I feel that there's been a disconnect between this clever brain and the heart.

And always I have this feeling--which may not be true at all--that I am being used as a messenger.

When I go back to Gombe it's to be in that timeless world where it's soft and where life is entwined and you actually see the pattern of nature. I always feel this great spiritual power which I believe is around.

A sense of calm came over me. More and more often I found myself thinking, "This is where I belong. This is what I came into this world to do.

I became intensely aware of the being-ness of trees. The feel of rough sun-warmed bark of an ancient forest giant, or the cool, smooth skin of a young and eager sapling, gave me a strange, intuitive sense of the sap as it was sucked up by unseen roots and drawn up to the very tips of the branches, high overhead.

Well, in some ways we're not successful at all. We're destroying our home. That's not a bit successful.

Whales, like elephants, are so social and intelligent. This hurts me to think of them being transported, put in noisy airplanes, and brought to a horrible concrete pen when they're supposed to be out in the sea.