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

The land gets inside of us; and we must decide one way or another what this means, what we will do about it.

One of the great dreams of man must be to find some place between the extremes of nature and civilization where it is possible to live without regret.

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

The land is like poetry: it is inexplicably coherent, it is transcendent in its meaning, and it has the power to elevate a consideration of human life.

You continue to live them out, making your life a worthy expression of leaning into the light.

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.