I think the world on the other side of fossil fuel is more local - the logic of sun and wind is diffuse and spread out, not concentrated like the logic of coal and oil.

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)

How far would you go to keep the hope of love alive?

He had not escaped the guilt, nor forgotten it, but how pale it seemed in light of all he had suffered for love of his brother and his brother's wife in these past few years.

Getting rich is not real and staying rich is real.

The purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure pure reasoning, and inhibit clarity. With a little practice, writing can be an intimidating and impenetrable fog!

I am the victor. In the end nothing else matters.

Funk 'em, just to see the look on their face.

Not secondary to the sun, she gives us his blaze again, Void of its flame, and sheds a softer day... In Heaven queen she is among the spheres; She, mistress-like, makes all things to be pure.

All writers are exiles wherever they live and their work is a lifelong journey towards the lost land.

A writer writes. Period. No matter if someone is buying your work or not.

Let whoever may have attained to so much as to have the power of drawing know that he holds a great treasure.