I Didn’t Want The Attacks

I Was Never A Good Student. I Had To Be Dragged Into Kindergarten. It Was Hard To Sit And Listen To Somebody Talk. I Wanted To Be Out, Educated By Experience And Adventure, And I Didn't Know How To Express That.

In 1973, I Was Shown A Graphic Of How Dependent The United States Was On Nonrenewable Resources Like Oil And Coal And That Little Was Being Done To Change That. It Seemed Irrefutable That We Needed A Change In Direction Or We'd Be Paying A Huge Price Down The Road. That's When I Made A Commitment To Become A Political Activist.

I Think The Environment Should Be Put In The Category Of Our National Security. Defense Of Our Resources Is Just As Important As Defense Abroad. Otherwise What Is There To Defend?

What Really Matters Is The Work. And What Matters To Me Is Doing The Work. I'm Not Looking At The Back End: "what Am I Going To Get Out Of This? What's Going To Be The Reward?" I'm Just Looking At The Work, The Pleasure Of Being Able To Do The Work. And That's What The Fun Is: To Climb Up The Mountain Is The Fun, Not Standing At The Top. There's Nowhere To Go. But Climbing Up, That Struggle, That To Me Is Where The Fun Is. That To Me Is The Thrill. But Once That's Over, That's Kind Of It. I Don't Look Too Much Beyond That.

When I Grew Up, Shame Was Used As A Tool For Check And Balance. If You Stood A Chance Of Hearing Someone Say, "shame On You," Or "you Should Be Ashamed Of Yourself," You Thought Twice. It Doesn't Seem To Be A Factor Today.