Every man should be capable of all ideas, and I believe in the future he shall be.

when you cut down a tree, what you make from it should be at least as miraculous as what you cut down.”

“Aw, jeez, Mimi. Look what they’re doing to this beautiful place. What they do?”

What will keep several million players unable to sign off? The place must be fuller and more promising than the lives they return to, offline …. Imagine millions of users enriching the world together with their every action. Help them build a culture so beautiful it would break their hearts to lose.

Again he steps up into the branches, like a ladder leading someplace above the blind and terrified.

She mentions a word that she really ought to spell for the listeners at home. A name for cones that open only in heat. For trees that will spread and grow only through fire.

The years ahead will run beyond anything he can imagine. The die-offs and disasters will make Bronze Age plagues seem quaint. Prison may become a hideaway from the sentence outside.

With luck, some of those seeds will remain viable, inside controlled vaults in the side of a Colorado mountain, until the day when watchful people can return them to the ground. She purses her lips, and pens an addendum. If not, other experiments will go on running themselves, long after people are gone.

giants four feet wide, their trunks shooting eighty feet straight up before the first sideways branches bothered to extend.