“ We had no choice. Sadness was a dangerous as panthers and bears. the wilderness needs your whole attention. Laura Ingalls Wilder
“ To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,One clover, and a bee,And revery.The revery alone will do,If bees are few. Emily Dickinson
“ The land belongs to the future, Carl; that's the way it seems to me. How many of the names on the county clerk's plat will be there in fifty years? I might as well try to will the sunset over there to… Willa Cather
“ Trees were so rare in that country, and they had to make such a hard fight to grow, that we used to feel anxious about them, and visit them as if they were persons. Willa Cather
“ I wish I could wrap up the glitter star-green of this moment and hand it to you like an angel gift. Give you the heat lightning flying in jagged silence over the distant mountains. And the smell of Se… Carew Papritz
“ What makes it smell so sweet?" they wanted to know. "Because everything,--every little wild plum-blossom, every little tiny crocus and anemone and violet and every tree-bud and grass-blade is working… Bess Streeter Aldrich
“ Samuel finally understood the sound of the wind after all these years: The winds were a chorus of the prairie’s ever-present heartaches. Andrew Galasetti
“ Carl sat musing until the sun leaped above the prairie, and in the grass about him all the small creatures of day began to tune their tiny instruments. Birds and insects without number began to chirp,… Willa Cather
“ After that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh consciousness that winter was over. There were none of the signs of spring for which I used to… Willa Cather
“ While the train flashed through never-ending miles of ripe wheat, by country towns and bright-flowered pastures and oak groves wilting in the sun, we sat in the observation car, where the woodwork was… Willa Cather
“ I was born upon the prairie, where the wind blew free, and there was nothing to break the light of the sun. I was born where there were no enclosures, and where everything drew a free breath." the Gre… Laura Bush
“ It’s an immense night out there, wheeling and windy. The lights on the street and in the houses against the black wetness, little unilluminating glints that might be painted on it. The town seems hudd… Sinclair Ross
