In a way, it is beautiful to be young and hard up. With the right wife, and I had her, deprivation became a game.
Marian’s eyes absolutely blaze. To meet them is to have a shock of contact as if they were electrically charged. Now you see? You wondered what was in whale’s milk. Don’t you know now? The same thing...
In a way, it is beautiful to be young and hard up. With the right wife, and I had her, deprivation becomes a game.
She said in response to Hernandez's soft greeting. They had a pact to speak only Spanish to each other, with the result that their conversation never got beyond hello and good-bye.
You can't retire to weakness -- you've got to learn to control strength.
When she stopped short just at the lower line of the apple tress, and stood for a moment with her face lifted, I chalked one up in her favor. I had stopped my chair at the exact place, coming out, bec...
What if we had born Bushmen in the Kalahari? What if our parents had been undernourished villagers in Uttar Pradesh, and we faced the problem of commanding the attention of the world on a diet of five...
This early piece of the morning is mine.
Something will have gone out of us as a people if we ever let the remaining wilderness be destroyed ... We simply need that wild country available to us, even if we never do more than drive to its edg...
If you could forget mortality... You could really believe that time is circular, and not linear and progressive as our culture is bent on proving. Seen in geological perspective, we are fossils in the...
Girl of eighteen named Elsa Norgaard,
What interests me in all these papers is not Susan Burling Ward, the novelist and illustrator, and not Oliver Ward the engineer, and not the West they spend their lives in. What really interests me is...
The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.
Isn’t it complicated to be human, though? she said. Animals seem to give up their lives so naturally…And after all, I grew up, I married John, I had Debby. So knowing, being able to understand and for...
When we’re young, we take so casually every sacrifice offered by the old.
What little strength he had left flowed out of him and was soaked up; his bones and veins and skin held nothing but tiredness and pain.
What if I turn my head? I can look in any direction by turning my wheelchair, and I choose to look back. Rodman to the contrary notwithstanding, that is the only direction we can learn from.
We must be reconciled, for what we left behind us can never be ours again.
We made plenty of mistakes, but we never tripped anybody to gain an advantage, or took illegal shortcuts when no judge was around. We have all jogged and panted it out the whole way.
I know no way of discounting the doctrine that when you take something you want, and damn the consequences, then you had better be ready to accept whatever consequences ensue.