Because we can't escape our ancient hunger to live close to nature, we encircle the house with lawns and gardens, install picture windows, adopt pets and Boston ferns, and scent everything that touches our lives. Diane Ackerman adoptancientboston share on social
When a hurricane thrashes the mid-Atlantic, my hilly town often reaps the fringe of the storm. The rain starts blowing sideways, and sometimes we see hail the size of purie marbles. Diane Ackerman atlanticblowfringe Change image and share on social
I've always loved scuba diving and the cell-tickling feel of being underwater, though it poses unique frustrations. Alone, but with others, you may share the same sights and feelings, but you can't communicate well. Diane Ackerman cellcommunicatedive share on social
I don't want to be a passenger in my own life. Diane Ackerman lifepassenger Change image and share on social
We try to exile ourselves more and more from nature - not always consciously: We build houses; we dismiss nature; nature has to be outside, because we're inside. God forbid something like a cockroach comes inside, or some dust. Diane Ackerman buildcockroachconsciously share on social
Love is the best school, but the tuition is high and the homework can be painful. Diane Ackerman highhomeworklove Change image and share on social
I like knowing that the further back one traces any lineage, the narrower the path grows, to the haunt of just a few shaggy ancestors, with luck on their side, little gizmos in their cells and a future storied with impulses and choices that will ultimately define them. Diane Ackerman ancestorbackcell share on social
We're losing biodiversity globally at an alarming rate, and we need a cornucopia of different plants and animals, for the planet's health and our own. Diane Ackerman alarmanimalbiodiversity Change image and share on social
My mother always said I must be part Mongolian because of my lotus-pale complexion and squid-ink black hair. Diane Ackerman blackcomplexionhair Change image and share on social
A poem records emotions and moods that lie beyond normal language, that can only be patched together and hinted at metaphorically. Diane Ackerman emotionhintlanguage Change image and share on social
