We need to grow food, and we need to grow fuel. Imagine if, instead of dust rising into the sky, the carbon started returning to the Earth.

We have to get to the point where we all come together, and we realize that we're all on the same Earth, and there's one way we can fix it.

I love it when people yell at me about the environment and then I tell 'em I'm burning 90% cleaner than them.

There must be a better way to make the things we want, a way that doesn't spoil the sky, or the rain or the land.

Rest, nature, books, music...such is my idea of happiness.

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.