I Don't Write Quickly, And I Don't

If People Can't Acknowledge The Wisdom Of Indigenous Cultures, Then That's Their Loss.

Language Is Wild - You Can't Fence It Or Tell It What To Do - And It's The Same With People. Even Under The Worst Excesses Of Stalinism Or Consumerism, The Human Spirit Will Still Express Itself.

The Woods Are A Place Where Children Can Go To Think. Children Gravitate Towards These Spaces. When I Was A Child It Was Nothing More Than A Scrubby Little Overhang Under A Rhododendron Bush, But It Was Incredibly Important To Me.

The Losses Of The Natural World Are Our Loss, Their Silence Silences Something Within The Human Mind.

Children Say They Are Unhappy In Every Language They Have. They Say It In Silence, And They Say It In Riots.