A word after a word after a word is power.

A voice is a human gift; it should be cherished and used, to utter fully human speech as possible. Powerlessn ess and silence go together.

If I waited for perfection... I would never write a word.

A lot of being a poet consists of willed ignorance.

Gardening is not a rational act. What matters is the immersion of the hands in the earth, that ancient ceremony of which the Pope kissing the tarmac is merely a pallid vestigial remnant. In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.

Canada was built on dead beavers.

The pen is mightier than the sword, but only in retrospect,” she wrote. “At the time of combat, those with the swords generally win.”

I am annoyingly chipper, but that doesn’t mean there is ground for hope. I think that most people have hope built into them, because a species without hope built into it wouldn’t last very long. So, we keep hoping for the next breakthrough, which keeps people working at the next breakthrough – if we didn’t hope, we wouldn’t do it.

Reality simply consists of different points of view.

The arts... are not a frill. They are the heart of the matter, because they are about our hearts, and our [progress in the material world] is generated by our emotions, not by our minds. A society without the arts would have broken its mirror and cut out its heart.

A large small group of people. I think a small group of people could certainly change it for the worst pretty quickly, and it’s changing it for the better that is often more difficult… especially since your idea of better might be someone else’s idea of worse.

Every aspect of human technology has a dark side, including the bow and arrow.