The miracle of light pours over the green and brown expanse of saw grass and of water, shining and slowly moving, the grass and water that is the meaning and the central fact of the Everglades. It is a river of grass.
You have to stand up for some things in this world.
You can't conserve what you haven't got.
I'll talk about the Everglades at the drop of a hat.
No matter how poor my eyes are I can still talk.
Conservation is now a dead word.