I seem to have a knack for picking movies that go on to be cult favorites.
But the Earth holds ghosts, even of entire nations.
Without us, Earth will abide and endure; without her, however, we could not even be.
in the day after humans disappear, nature takes over and immediately begins cleaning house - our houses.
Change is the hallmark of nature. Nothing remains the same.
For years, I have been looking for a way to look at the whole global environmental situation, which I have the privilege and burden of covering. And I wanted to give people a way to do something about it.
In a future that portends stronger and more-frequent hurricanes striking North America's Atlantic coast, ferocious winds will pummel tall, unsteady structures. Some will topple, knocking down others. Like a gap in the forest when a giant tree falls, new growth will rush in. Gradually, the asphalt jungle will give way to a real one.
We must force the government to stop the bird migration. We must shoot all birds, field all our men and troops. . . and force migratory birds to stay where they are.
Love provided me with a tongue and tears.
We must think ourselves empty when coming to the text of scripture and read ourselves full.
If Queen Elizabeth knighthooded me and I would get the title Sir Usain Bolt. That sounds very nice.