Language is wild - you can't fence it or tell it what to do - and it's the same with people. Even under the worst excesses of Stalinism or consumerism, the human spirit will still express itself.

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

The silencing of the rainforests is a double deforestation, not only of trees but a deforestation of the mind's music, medicine and knowledge.

Time is found in the calibration of the individual to the timing of a collective endeavour, the social grace that less clock-bound societies must practise.

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

A wild creature is not subject to any will except its own

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