Forests Precede Us And Deserts Dog Our

When Dams Were Erected On The Columbia, Salmon Battered Themselves Against The Concrete, Trying To Return Home. I Expect No Less From Us. We Too Must Hurl Ourselves Against And Through The Literal And Metaphorical Concrete That Contains And Constrains Us, That Keeps Us From Talking About What Is Most Important To Us, That Keeps Us From Living The Way Our Bones Know We Can, That Bars Us From Our Home. It Only Takes One Person To Bring Down A Dam.

Every Morning When I Awake I Ask Myself Whether I Should Write Or Blow Up A Dam. I Tell Myself I Should Keep Writing, Though I'm Not Sure That's Right

If We Celebrate Life With All Its Contradictions, Embrace, Experience, And Ultimately Live With It, A Chance Exists For A Spiritual Life Filled Not Only With Pain And Untidiness, But Also With Joy, Community, And Creativity.

We Must Learn How To Think Like The Planet.

A Very Poor Kid Came Up To Me After A Talk And Said 'i Want To Go Blow Up A Factory.' I Asked How Old He Was And He Said 17. I Said 'have You Ever Had Sex?' He Said 'no.' I Said 'just Remember If You Get Caught You Aren't Going To Have Sex For Twenty Years At Least.' That's Not Saying That One Person Having Sex Is Worth The Salmon. I'm Not Saying It's A Reason Not To Act, I'm Saying Don't Be Stupid.