Kayli

“A tree is a wondrous thing that shelters, feeds, and protects all living things. It even offers shade to the axmen who destroy it.”
― Richard Powers, The Overstory

“Trees know when we are close by. The chemistry of their roots and the perfumes of their leaves pump out change when we're near...when you feel good after a walk in the woods, it may be that certain species are bribing you”
― Richard Powers, The Overstory

“I want to start a seed bank. There are half as many trees in the world as there were before we came down out of them.” “Because of us?” “One percent of the world forest, every decade. An area larger than Connecticut, every year.” He nods, as if no one paying attention would be surprised. “A third to a half of existing species may go extinct by the time I’m gone.” Her words puzzle him. She’s going somewhere? “Tens of thousands of trees we know nothing about. Species we’ve barely classified. Like burning down the library, art museum, pharmacy, and hall of records, all at once.” “You want to start an ark.” She smiles at the word, but shrugs. It’s as good as any. “I want to start an ark.” “Where you can keep . . .” The strangeness of the idea gets him. A vault to store a few hundred million years of tinkering. Hand on the car door, he fixes on something high up in a cedar. “What . . . would you do with them? When would they ever . . . ?” “Den, I don’t know. But a seed can lie dormant for thousands of years.”
― Richard Powers, The Overstory