All still when summer is over stand shocks in the field, nothing left to whisper, not even good-bye, to the wind. After summer was over we knew winter would come: we knew silence would wait, tall, patient calm.

You either get the point of Africa or you don't. What draws me back year after year is that it's like seeing the world with the lid off.

Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.

People are beginning to realize that we need to live in accordance with the law of ecology, the law of finite resources, and if we don't, we're going to go extinct.

The Forbidden Forest looked as though it had been enchanted, each tree smattered with silver, and Hagrid's cabin looked like an iced cake.

Nature is our eldest mother; she will do no harm.