Of all bores, the worst is the sparkling bore.
The idea of wilderness needs no defense, it only needs defenders.
Belief? What do I believe in? I believe in sun. In rock. In the dogma of the sun and the doctrine of the rock. I believe in blood, fire, woman, rivers, eagles, storm, drums, flutes, banjos, and broom-tailed horses.
Home is where, when you have to go there, you probably shouldn't.
There is no trajectory so pathetic as that of an artist in decline.
Wilderness begins in the human mind.