My work more than didn't fit in. It crossed willy-nilly the boundaries that people had spent their lives building up. It hits some 30 subfields of biology, even geology.

Life on earth is more like a verb. It repairs, maintains, re-creates, and outdoes itself.

What we saw here crossed all boundaries.

There is no scientific reason to think that we, even with space travel, are going to survive as a species for ever, certainly not by biting off the hand that feeds us, which is exactly what we are doing.

Maybe I spent more time dwelling on emotions than some people, and maybe that's why I ended up writing.

People think the earth is going to die and they have to save it. That's ridiculous. If you rid the earth of flowering plants, people would die, period. But the earth was without flowering plants for almost all of its history.