[Concerning river runners:] If we were going into war again I can't think of any I'd rather have on our side… — Edward Abbey

Love can defeat that nameless terror. Loving one another, we take the sting from death. Loving our mysterious blue planet, we resolve riddles and dissolve all enigmas in contingent bliss.

Our culture runs on coffee and gasoline, the first often tasting like the second.

I would give ten years off the beginning of my life to see, only once, Tyrannosaurus rex come rearing up from the elms of Central Park, a Morgan police horse screaming in its jaws. We can never have enough of nature.