I try to be well informed. I don't know how well I do all the time, but I try nonetheless.
There's something missing about how we're informing the youngsters coming along about what matters in the world. We teach them the numbers and the letters, but we fail to communicate the importance of our connection to the living world.
Our understanding of how DNA informs our health and development is advancing at an incredible pace.
It's amazing how much misinformation there is about pregnancy and how many myths are still ingrained into our culture.
There is a major ingredient missing from our perception of how changes are brought about; that ingredient is power.
I think most people are inherently interested in how their brain works, in what makes them tick.
When I became aware of how inhumane it is to test on animals, I made a commitment not to buy anything that was.
One of the best things that can happen to any cause, to any people, is to have Bill Clinton as its advocate. That is how needy and neglected causes have become global initiatives.
How pathetically scanty my self-knowledge is compared with, say, my knowledge of my room. There is no such thing as observation of the inner world, as there is of the outer world.
I think most young professionals would be surprised to learn how accommodating employers can be to inquisitive potential candidates.
No man is sane who does not know how to be insane on proper occasions.
How inscrutable and incomprehensible are the hidden works of Nature!
I've always tried to insert consciousness and spirituality in my records, interpreting the writings of all cultures and religions and how they apply to life in modern times.
I've asked the Department of the Interior inspector general to look into how much manpower and taxpayer money has been spent responding to ALEC-supported bills that force federal land managers to give land to states.
See, unlike most hackers, I get little joy out of figuring out how to install the latest toy.
It doesn't matter how many solar panels you install if you don't simultaneously shut down coal and gas burners.
Well, yeah, I wanted to resist the urge to thicken everything up with instrumentation, because I just felt like I was interested in seeing how the songs did on their own.
When I'm working, I'm insufferable because I get stuck with myself, and suddenly I become obsessive, thinking about how to make something better.
No matter how much we scorn it, kitsch is an integral part of the human condition.
How could this Y2K be a problem in a country where we have Intel and Microsoft?
