The land urges us to come around to an understanding of ourselves.

When I sit at that typewriter, I have to be frightened of what I'm trying to do. I'm frightened by my own belief that I can actually get a story down on paper.

It does not demean men to want to be what they imagine the wolf to be, but it does demean them to kill the animal for it.

Everything is held together with stories. That is all that is holding us together, stories and compassion.

Would the last animal, eating garbage and living on the last scrap of land, his mate dead, would he still forgive you?

For so many centuries, the exchange of gifts has held us together. It has made it possible to bridge the abyss where language struggles.

One must live in the middle of contradiction, because if all contradiction were eliminated at once life would collapse.