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I was reading about animals a while back and there was this motherfucking scientist in France back in the thirties or forties or whenever the motherfuck it was and he was trying to get apes to draw these pictures, to make pictures like the kinds of p...

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

Very nice," said Rick after a while. "Very nice," he repeated, with more emphasis the second time. "What is?" I asked, turning to him, though I knew. "Everything," he said. And it was true.

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

I was a terrible believer in things,but I was also a terrible nonbeliever in things. I was as searching as I was skeptical. I didn't know where to put my faith,or if there was such a place,or even what the word faith meant, in all of it's complexity....

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

It felt now as if I'd never known them and I couldn't know them again. It seemed to me that whatever had existed back in the place where I'd grown up was so far away now, impossible to retrieve.

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

I got an abortion and learned how to make dehydrated tuna flakes and turkey jerky and took a refresher course on basic first aid and practiced using my water purifier in my kitchen sink. I had to change. I had to change was the thought that drove me ...

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

Each evening, I ached for the shelter of my tent, for the smallest sense that something was shielding me from the entire rest of the world, keeping me safe not from danger, but from vastness itself. I loved the dim, clammy dark of my tent, the cozy f...

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

It hadn't occurred to me that my mother would die. Until she was dying, the thought had never entered my mind. She was monolithic and insurmountable, the keeper of my life. She would grow old and still work in the garden. This image was fixed in my m...

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

There's no way to know what makes one thing happen and not another. What leads to what. What destroys what. What causes what to flourish or die or take another course.

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

As close as we'd been when we were together, we were closer in our unraveling, telling each other everything at last, words that seemed to us might never have been spoken between two human beings before, so deep we went, saying everything that was be...

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

I think it's neat you do what you want. Not enough chicks do that, if you ask me--just tell society and their expectations to go fuck themselves. If more women did that, we'd be better off.

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

He felt like a brother of mine, but not at all like my actual brother. He seemed like someone I'd always know even if I never saw him again.

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

The father's job is to teach his children how to be warriors, to give them the confidence to get on the horse and ride into battle when it's necessary to do so. If you don't get that from your father, you have to teach yourself.

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves...

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

I didn't feel sad or happy. I didn't feel proud or ashamed. I only felt that in spite of all the things I'd done wrong, in getting myself here, I'd done right.

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

What if I forgave myself even though I'd done something I shouldn't have?

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

God is not a granter of wishes. God is a ruthless bitch.

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

Grief doesn't have a face.

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

I lay down in the mother ash dirt among the crocuses and told her it was okay. That I'd surrendered. That since she died, everything had changed. Things she couldn't have imagined and wouldn't have guessed. My words came out low and steadfast. I was ...

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail