A poem might be defined as thinking about feelings - about human feelings and frailties.
Free shackled rivers!. . . The finest fantasy of eco-warriors in the West is the destruction of [Glen Canyon] Dam and the liberation of the Colorado [River].
Phasing out the human race will solve every problem on earth, social and environmental.
Our environmental problems originate in the hubris of imagining ourselves as the central nervous system or the brain of nature. We're not the brain, we are a cancer on nature.
We must make this an insecure and inhospitable place for capitalists and their projects. We must reclaim the roads and plowed land, halt dam constructions, tear down existing dams, free shackled rivers and return to wilderness millions of acres of previously settled land.
The AIDS epidemic, rather than being a scourge, is a welcome development in the inevitable reduction of human population. . . If it didn't exist, radical environmentalists would have to invent it.
We must all work together in order to save the environment and the world that we live in from further change.
Widowhood provided Mama with a higher form of being. In refusing to recover from my father's death she had discovered that her life was endowed with a seriousness her years in the kitchen had denied her. She remained devoted to this seriousness for thirty years. She never tired of it, never grew bored or restless in its company, found new ways to keep alive the interest it deserved and had so undeniably earned.
We differ from one another in our individual gifts which, however, belong to our inner nature.
In movies we tend make things black and white: you're either this, or you're that.
it was easier to do a friendly thing than it was to stay and be thanked for it.