Just because Galileo was a heretic doesn't make every heretic a Galileo.

The losses of the natural world are our loss, their silence silences something within the human mind.

I don't write quickly, and I don't want to.

Human language is lit with animal life: we play cats-cradle or have hare-brained ideas; we speak of badgering, or outfoxing someone; to squirrel something away and to ferret it out.

The woods are a place where children can go to think. Children gravitate towards these spaces. When I was a child it was nothing more than a scrubby little overhang under a rhododendron bush, but it was incredibly important to me.

We are animal in our blood and in our skin. We were not born for pavements and escalators but for thunder and mud.

Just because Galileo was a heretic doesn't make every heretic a Galileo.