I just keep trying to explain what's going on with our planet - and now, to explain what's going on with our politics, which explains why we're not doing anything about the former.

Climate change is the single biggest thing that humans have ever done on this planet. The one thing that needs to be bigger is our movement to stop it.

The technology we need most badly is the technology of community, the knowledge about how to cooperate to get things done.

Very few people on earth ever get to say: 'I am doing, right now, the most important thing I could possibly be doing.' If you'll join this fight that's what you'll get to say

what you do every day is what forms your mind and precious few of us can or would spend most days outdoors.

In 50 years, no one will care about the fiscal cliff or the Euro crisis. They'll just ask, "So the Arctic melted, and then what did you do?"

Global warming is no longer a philosophical threat, no longer a future threat, no longer a threat at all. It's our reality.

Advent: the time to listen for footsteps - you can't hear footsteps when you're running yourself.

We've been given a warning by science, and a wake-up call by nature; it is up to us now to heed them.

The real negotiation is between humans on the one hand and chemistry and physics on the other. And chemistry and physics, unfortunately, don't bargain.

We can either save the planet from catastrophic warming, or protect fossil fuel CEOs. Not both. Do the math(s)

Like many people, I feel like celebrating. Remember this feeling. It is human, and can help us understand when others express bloodlust.

I don't take anything for granted.

Your body is your own planet Earth.

Zen has no business with ideas.

Fine art and pizza delivery: what we do falls neatly in between.

Come from a place of love. Love isn't passive or shy. It's actually the most powerful energy in the universe.

Special effects movies have taken over the universe. That and scary movies.

We may believe that we shall know each other's forms hereafter; and in the bright fields of the better land call the lost dead to us.

I'm not saying it because I'm sweet. I'm saying it because I love you now and I always have. More than you can imagine.

When you were called, did you answer or did you not? Perhaps softly and in a whisper?