My wife and I have so much fun when we travel and find anything... like stray cats and squirrels.

The idea is that there is a kind of memory in nature. Each kind of thing has a collective memory. So take a squirrel living in New York now. That squirrel is being influenced by all past squirrels.

You can't be suspicious of a tree or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet.

I'm not squeamish at all. As a child I dragged a dead squirrel home on my skateboard and cut it open and tried to look at its brain.

The greenest home is the one you don't build. If you really want to save the Earth move in with another family and share a house that's already built. Better yet live in the forest and eat whatever the squirrels don't want.

My dad liked to boil a squirrel head and suck the brains out the nose. Smaller than a chicken bigger than a rat.

People and squirrels are very different. Most people will not argue that. But I find that there is one situation in which they're very similar. And that is: when I am driving towards them in my car. Then they're kind of hard to tell apart - especially if the human is kind of hairy.

Like dogs in a wheel birds in a cage or squirrels in a chain ambitious men still climb and climb with great labor and incessant anxiety but never reach the top.