What a delighted fascination it is, to stand aside and watch our dearest friend perform on stage without us.

Grief is no more necessary when we understand death than fear is necessary when we understand flying.

When we come to the last moment of this lifetime and we look back across it, the only thing that's going to matter is 'What is the quality of our love?'

I think our learning lies along the path of whatever it is we love.

Every real teacher is myself in disguise.

We [people] have the power to destroy ourselves as well as the environment. As a species we love what I'd call brinks-person-ship, going right to the edge of disaster and somehow managing to pull back and recover. But my bet is still on the creative and playful and positive in the species. I think we will manage to survive and gradually turn things around.

True love stories never have endings.