I eat green ants often enough. They are wonderful. The trick is to squash them before you eat them, otherwise they bite your tongue and it ruins the experience.

I just sit here and tell the story as though I can't help it. There's always something in the day that reminds me, that sets me off all hot and guilty and scared and rambling and wistful, like I am now.

Hunting and gathering are in my blood. But I've lived long enough to witness a diminution in the seas, and to notice a fragility where once I saw - or assumed - an endless bounty.

Surviving is the strongest memory I have; the sense of having walked on water.

Doing nothing is making certain you lose. Which is just gutless.

People are fools, not monsters

Overfishing is an obvious threat to our capacity to feed ourselves.