The novelist screws up his courage in order to invest another two or three years in another attempt to float a boat of original design upon an invented ocean.
Edward HoaglandIndeed, if "biology is chemistry with history," as somebody has said, then nature writing is biology with love.
Edward HoaglandOnce I climbed into a mountain lion's cage and she bounded at me and put her paw on my face, but she kept her claws withdrawn.
Edward HoaglandAnimals used to provide a lowlife way to kill and get away with it, as they do still, but, more intriguingly, for some people they are an aperture through which wounds drain. The scapegoat of olden times, driven off for the bystanders sins, has become a tender thing, a running injury. There, running away is me: hurt it and you are hurting me.
Edward Hoagland