Well, you know what happens to crime when the heat goes up.

We're running out of time.

Imagine a giant asteroid on a direct collision course with Earth. That is the equivalent of what we face now with climate change, yet we dither.

We are on the precipice of climate system tipping points beyond which there is no redemption.

It would be immoral to leave young people with a climate system spiraling out of control.

Global warming has already triggered a sea level rise that could reach from 6 metres (19.69 ft) to 25 metres (27.34 yards).

What we are doing to the future of our children, and the other species on the planet, is a clear moral issue.

How long have we got? We have to stabilize emissions of carbon dioxide within a decade, or temperatures will warm by more than one degree... We don't have much time left.

What has become clear from the science is that we cannot burn all of the fossil fuels without creating a very different planet.

It's as certain that as long as fossil fuels are the cheapest energy, we will just keep burning them.

We have at most ten years—not ten years to decide upon action, but ten years to alter fundamentally the trajectory of global greenhouse emissions.

Acknowledging and being concious that you are being angry is a battle half won against anger.

Golf was my life. I didn't want to give it up. So I went to work!

I keep chicks in my lap, throwing me head fakes!

Look not for musk in a dog's kennel.

I'm not afraid to take on somebody or say something that somebody will find offensive because unfortunately in comedy, you can't say anything really good without offending somebody.

Somehow I wasn't adding up right anymore. My parts weren't summing into myself.

For things to reveal themselves to us, we need to be ready to abandon our views about them.

Turning 102 is crap, and there is nothing to commemorate.

The past is not clinging to you; YOU are clinging to the past. Once you are not clinging, the past simply EVAPORATES!

A moment is a mighty thing Beyond the soul's imagination; For in it, though we trace it not, How much there crowds of varied lot How much of life, life cannot see, Darts onward to eternity!