All Writers Are Propagandists.

The Big Dividing Line Is Not And Has Never Been Between Those Who Advocate More Or Less Militant Forms Of Resistance, Or Between Mainstream And Grassroots Activists. The Dividing Line Is Between Those Who Do Something And Those Who Do Nothing.

When Dams Were Erected On The Columbia, Salmon Battered Themselves Against The Concrete, Trying To Return Home. I Expect No Less From Us. We Too Must Hurl Ourselves Against And Through The Literal And Metaphorical Concrete That Contains And Constrains Us, That Keeps Us From Talking About What Is Most Important To Us, That Keeps Us From Living The Way Our Bones Know We Can, That Bars Us From Our Home. It Only Takes One Person To Bring Down A Dam.

Question Four: What Book Would You Give To Every Child? Answer: I Wouldn't Give Them A Book. Books Are Part Of The Problem: This Strange Belief That A Tree Has Nothing To Say Until It Is Murdered, Its Flesh Pulped, And Then (human) People Stain This Flesh With Words. I Would Take Children Outside And Put Them Face To Face With Chipmunks, Dragonflies, Tadpoles, Hummingbirds, Stones, Rivers, Trees, Crawdads. That Said, If You're Going To Force Me To Give Them A Book, It Would Be The Wind In The Willows, Which I Hope Would Remind Them To Go Outside.

Civilization Can Never Be Sustainable.

For Us To Maintain Our Way Of Living, We Must Tell Lies To Each Other And Especially To Ourselves. The Lies Are Necessary Because, Without Them, Many Deplorable Acts Would Become Impossibilities.