Thus another friendship was dashed on the cruel rocks amid the storm of my self-destruction.

There was [really] little difference between someone acting throwing french fries in your face and someone throwing french fries in your face.

I'm famous now. But now that I've got fame and some of the other things I thought would make me happy - it ain't worked

Animals, children, and the working class comprise the company in which I'll feel most at ease.

For me happiness occurs arbitrarily: a moment of eye contact on a bus, where all at once you fall in love; or a frozen second in a park where it's enough that there are trees in the world.

Managing wildlife? It's wild! It don't need managing, leave it alone.

The only systems we can afford to employ are those that rationally serve the planet first, then all humanity. Not out of some woolly, bullshit tree-hugging piffle but because we live on it, currently without alternatives.