The salient fact about the decades ahead is that we are entering a permanent global energy crisis and it will change everything about how we live.

I like to call it 'the national automobile slum.' You can call it suburban sprawl. I think it's appropriate to call it the greatest misallocation of resources in the history of the world.

The twentieth century was about getting around. The twenty-first century will be about staying in a place worth staying in.

A land full of places that are not worth caring about may soon be a nation and a way of life that is not worth defending.

It pays to remember that societies get what they deserve, not what they expect.

The living arrangements American now think of as normal are bankrupting us economically, socially, ecologically and spiritually.

The immersive ugliness of our everyday environments in America is entropy made visible.

Americans threw away their communities in order to save a few dollars on hair dryers and plastic food storage tubs, never stopping to reflect on what they were destroying.

Suburbia is the insidious cartoon of the country house in a cartoon of the country.

Americans are suffering so much from being in unrewarding environments that it has made us very cynical. I think that American suburbia has become a powerful generator of anxiety and depression.

At the heart of our misunderstanding and infantile behavior is the wish for a miracle cure.

Freedom is my religion. Peace is my God. Love is my worship.

God bless the Methodist Church - bless all the churches - and blessed be God, Who, in this our great trial, giveth us the churches.

Men behave very oddly in the company of attractive women.

Don't say giddy-up to your mouth before your head is hitched up.

The subject, however various and important, has already been so frequently, so ably, and so successfully discussed, that it is now grown familiar to the reader, and difficult to the writer.

I've always wondered if there was a God. And now I know there is -- and it's me.

Greed, it ain't going anywhere. They should have that in a big billboard across Times Square. Without people you're nothing.

Dreams do come true. Yes, even yours. But you have to meet them part way. Get up and do something towards them. Now.

In a competition of love we'll all share in the victory, no matter who comes first

Everyone has this conjecture that action films are somewhat less prestigious than dramatic films. Nothing could be further from the truth. I've done them both and this is hard and dangerous.