Wear their suits and you make yourself a mannequin.
For so long we have been oppressing the land and ordering it that we have lost the ability to translate and listen to it. It weeps fire and it cries nutrients, but we mar it further because we are deaf.
Government doesn’t have the hands to hold anything sacred and beautiful, just the iron fists to destroy whatever it is allowed to touch.
Cold weather and cold people go hand in hand, never having hand in hand.
There is room for your space, bring it in.
A society in which you need to vacation away from is a society in which you need to leave permanently.
Fighting to the end is the end we are fighting to avoid.
Jar yourself in to a new rhythm, or you will slowly continue to suffocate in your container.
It is exceptional how few exceptions there are to civilization being a force of total destruction.
To bend the will of the entire Universe, is to be the entire Universe.
Dictate circumstances, for the reverse is just foolish.
Better to burn and burn out than to never have fire.
Understand your enemies too well and you are sure to stand under them.
The owl of this Minerva loses its last feathers at dusk. It then no longer possesses the ability to fly away, greener pastures forever lost.
Leave your comfort zone and you help to create our comfort zone.
A clenched fist is all that concentrated power knows, it matters little whether you are inside it or outside of it. The best thing you can do is to dance absent from it, making it miss you.
Community is dying and there’s no one around to talk about it to.
I think I lost her, but had I ever found her?
Be the Earth’s gift to god.
The Earth will be wronged so long as we continue to think of the rights of humans and the rights of the Earth as two separate things.
Fighting injustices anywhere grows the threat to injustices everywhere.
Blessed are the stars, for they are beyond our reach.
Exile a landscaper to a desert island and the landscaper will die—exile a permaculturalist to a desert island and the desert will die.
Better for your bridges to be burned than your fire suffocated.
Words speak loud only when there is no action. As paralyzing as inaction and some words might be, far longer lasting is the paralysis of destructive actions.
A garbage truck must be quite a deity with all the offerings we leave for it.
Battles uphill are the only ones worth fighting.
Will the slow unbearable dying be more unbearable still when it accelerates?
Revolution doesn’t get old—that’s why it’s revolution. The aesthetic potentials of revolution are unparalleled—that’s why it’s revolution.
Born during the fall…