You married me...but you didn't marry what you could make out of me.

National parks are the best idea we ever had. Absolutely American, absolutely democratic, they reflect us at our best rather than our worst.

We simply need that wild country available to us... For it can be a means of reassuring ourselves of our sanity as creatures, a part of the geography of hope.

You have to get over the color green; you have to quit associating beauty with gardens and lawns; you have to get used to an inhuman scale; you have to understand geological time.

Whatever landscape a child is exposed to early on, that will be the sort of gauze through which he or she will see all the world afterwards.

Be proud of every scar on your heart, each one holds a lifetime’s worth of lessons.

She had rooms in her mind that she would not look into.

Wisdom. . .is knowing what you have to accept.

Hard writing makes easy reading.

Some are born in their place, some find it, some realize after long searching that the place they left is the one they have been searching for.

Every green natural place we save saves a fragment of our sanity and gives us a little more hope that we have a future.

Holy sea turtles!" - Arabella Valli, The Equinox (Book Two of the Summer Solstice Series)

I'm very cautious about what appears to be things put in place that will begin to roll back some of the progress that I believe we've made.

What harm is there in dreaming, if it eases pain? What good is reality, if it blots out hope? Can a man's mind be washed without bleaching his soul?

There is nothing to fear except fear it's self.

The vast majority of the students I have taught have become self-sufficient and confident individuals who enjoy their lives.

One does not travel by plane. One is merely sent, like a parcel.

I was never actually signed to the label; I was just the annoying rapper that was always around at the studio sessions.

And, strangely, this one of the few things in life that the third, the latter, the buy with our eyes closed has actually done better than everybody else.

Sin doesn't make you bad, it makes you dead

The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders At our quaint spirits.