For Every Reader Who Dies

I Had A Viking Sense Of Entitlement To Whatever Provisions I Could Plunder.

Popularity Has Become Its Own Justification.

I've Moved Away From That Sort Of Deep-ecological Extremism. I Started To Think: What Can We Do For Wild Birds Right Now? I Don't Want These Particular Species To Disappear.

There Is, After All, A Kind Of Happiness In Unhappiness, If It's The Right Unhappiness.

Nice People Don't Necessarily Fall In Love With Nice People.