There were two forests for every one you entered. There was the one you walked in, the physical echo, and then there was the one that was connected to all the other forests, with no consideration of distance, or time. The forest primeval, remembered ...
I believe that the great stretches of forests in northern Europe, with their constant seasonal changes, their restricted views, their astonish biological diversity, their secret gifts and perils and the knowledge that you have to go through them to g...
May you and your triple cursed wash water turn purple with orange spots and fall down a bottomless pit!
Men are by nature wanderers...Every people has moved from somewhere, and had to learn the ways of the land from the people who were there before.
Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all.
Every life has a destiny... the trick is to discover it before then end of your life. Otherwise, you will have too many regrets.
No matter how many compromises were made along the way, no matter what happens in the future, a book is a thing to behold.
It's as if there is infinity between our lips and we will never actually touch. Like math, where dividing by half can last for eternity.
...but every person who does serious time with a keyboard is attempting to translate his version of the world into words so that he might be understood.
I don’t expect you to except me, but I do expect you to accept me.
The forest, like a casino, always wins. That's why you should never gamble, or enter the forest. And above all, never underestimate Schmidty.
And the beautiful open spaces, the forests of Pennsylvania, the recreational uses that come from having these green open spaces and forests, they contribute dramatically to the level of our tourism, dramatically.
Votes are like trees, if you are trying to build a forest. If you have more trees than you have forests, then at that point the pollsters will probably say you will win.
The place of the worst barbarism is that modern forest that makes use of us, this forest of chimneys and bayonets, machines and weapons, of strange inanimate beasts that feed on human flesh.
All of the people who work in the kitchen with me go out into the forests and on to the beach. It's a part of their job. If you work with me you will often be starting your day in the forest or on the shore because I believe foraging will shape you a...
This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. ...
You will find the way, daughter of the forest. Through grief and pain, through many trials, through betrayal and loss, your feet will walk a straight path.
A life path may have strange twists and turnings, and we do not always end up where we intend to go....
the living used to wonder what happened after death. She said that whole religions were born and evolved around this one simple uncertainty.
The world doesn't fully make sense until the writer has secured his version of it on the page. And the act of writing is strangely more lifelike than life.
I have rubbed shoulders with the rich, the powerful, and the armless. It’s how to network when handshakes aren’t an option.
