I come more and more to the conclusion that wilderness, in America or anywhere else, is the only thing left that is worth saving.
Wilderness. The word itself is music.
Humans were free before the word freedom became necessary.
In art as in life, form and subject, body and soul, are one.
I choose to listen to the river for a while, thinking river thoughts, before joining the night and the stars.
A woman, as much as a man, is responsible by the age of forty for the character of her face. But women, obeying the biological imperative, strive harder to preserve a youthful appearance (the reproductive look) and lose it sooner.