You can't make a good deal with a bad person.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

Sustainability isn’t a choice—it’s the only path forward for any industry tied to natural resources.

The pleasure isn’t in owning the person. The pleasure is this. Having another contender in the room with you.