We Need To Get Environmentalism Out Of

Life Is Wonderful. It's A Gift To Be Alive, To See The Sun And Breathe The Air. And There Isn't Really Anything Else.

Sneaking Up On It Sometimes Helps: I've Found I Can Be Very Productive For An Hour Before Dinner, Because There Obviously Isn't Enough Time To Really Do Anything, So I Can Tell Myself I'm Just Screwing Around.

Writing A Book Is A Bit Like Going On Location For A Movie. You're Absent From Your Life, Your Family, And Your Friends. You're Psychologically Gone, So You Might As Well Be Physically Gone.

Human Beings Are So Destructive. I Sometimes Think We're A Kind Of Plague, That Will Scrub The Earth Clean. We Destroy Things So Well That I Sometimes Think, Maybe That's Our Function. Maybe Every Few Eons, Some Animal Comes Along That Kills Off The Rest Of The World, Clears The Decks, And Lets Evolution Proceed To Its Next Phase.

We Are All Assumed, These Days, To Reside At One Extreme Of The Opinion Spectrum, Or Another. We Are Pro-abortion Or Anti-abortion. We Are Free Traders Or Protectionists. We Are Pro-private Sector Or Pro-government. We Are Feminists Or Chauvinists. But In The Real World, Few Of Us Hold These Extreme Views. There Is Instead A Spectrum Of Opinion.