Dog parks are more cliquish than any other human gathering with the possible exception of seventh grade. Deal with it.
Susan OrleanWhen we stopped to rest and Tony tried to figure out what was wrong with his compass, I asked him what he thought it was about orchids that seduced humans so completely that they were compelled to steal them and worship them and try to breed new and specific kinds of them and then be willing to wait for nearly a decade for one of them to flower.
Susan OrleanThere's a marvelous sense of mastery that comes with writing a sentence that sounds exactly as you want it to.
Susan OrleanI love tearing things out of the ground. I love digging and discarding. I love pruning. In fact, I love pruning so much that I once gave myself carpal-tunnel syndrome because I attacked a trumpet vine with so much dedication.
Susan OrleanI am dismayed to realize that much of the advice I used to parcel out to aspiring writers has passed its sell-by date.
Susan OrleanI have no idea how to get in touch with anyone anymore. Everyone, it seems, has a home phone, a cell phone, a regular e-mail account, a Facebook account, a Twitter account, and a Web site. Some of them also have a Google Voice number. There are the sentimental few who still have fax machines.
Susan Orlean