It would be hard to define chaos better than as a world where children decide they don't want to live.

Men greet each other with a sock on the arm, women with a hug, and the hug wears better in the long run.

Indeed, if "biology is chemistry with history," as somebody has said, then nature writing is biology with love.

A mountain with a wolf on it stands a little taller.

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.

Summer is when we believe, all of a sudden, that if we just walked out the back door and kept on going long enough and far enough we would reach the Rocky Mountains.

True solitude is a din of birdsong, seething leaves, whirling colors, or a clamor of tracks in the snow.