I think we are living a life without specificity, and then our lives become abstractions.

I remember as a child, my grandmother read to me Silent Spring. It was incomprehensible to me that there could be a world without birdsong.

In the early days of the Mormon Church, stewardship toward the land was a priority. It was a matter of survival in the desert.

I still have great faith in democracy. I have great belief in the power of community.

I can't imagine a secular life, a spiritual life, an intellectual life, a physical life. I mean, we would be completely wrought with schizophrenia, wouldn't we?

I think about capitalism, consumerism, our consumptive nature as a species approaching the 21st century. I certainly don't have the answers.

When you are with a landscape or a human being where there is no need to speak, but simply to listen, to perceive, to feel.