Intellectual hare
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 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...
We must be reconciled, for what we left behind us can never be ours again.
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...
Maybe we were the Diggers of literature.
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 may not know who I am, but I know where I am from.
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.
I have always said that the way to deal with the pain of other’s is by sympathy, which is suffering with, and that the way to deal with one’s own pain is to put one foot after the other. Yet I was nev...
I find it hard to describe what it is like to look fully into eyes that one has known that well--known better than one knows the look of one's own eyes, actually--and then put away, deliberately forgo...
Home was a curious thing, like happiness. You never knew you had had it until it was gone.
By his very profession, a serious fiction writer is a vendor of the sensuous particulars of life, a perceiver and handler of things. His most valuable tools are his sense and his memory; what happens...
Anyone who reads, even one from the remote Southwest at the far end of an attenuated tradition, is to some extent a citizen of the world, and I had been a hungry reader all my life.
Wherever you find the greatest good, you will find the greatest evil, because evil loves paradise as much as good.
You married me...but you didn't marry what you could make out of me.
Wisdom. . .is knowing what you have to accept.
Do we respond only to people who seem to find us interesting?
Actually I am pretty pregnant with the news Sid brought me, but glad we have not spread it. The girls look very happy. With their heads bound up in babushkas they might be out of the peasant chorus of...
Nothing is so safe as habit, even when habit is faked.