It is the abiding concern of thinking people to preserve what keeps men human-to save our contact with nature of which we are a part.

Creation is a knack which is empowered by practice, and like almost any skill, it is lost if you don't practice it.

Are writers reporters, prophets, crazies, entertainers, preachers, judges, what?

A western buckaroo, I share his scorn for people who go camping by the book, relying on the authority of some half-assed assistant scoutmaster whose total experience outdoors probably consists of two overnight hikes and a weekend in the Catskills. But we have just had that confrontation. The one who goes by Pritchard's book is Sid's wife, and I am wary. It is not my expedition. I am a guest here.

Values, both those that we approve and those that we don't, have roots as deep as creosote rings, and live as long and grow as slowly

It is somethingit can be everything-to have found a fellow bird with whom you can sit among the rafters while the drinking and boasting and reciting and fighting go on below.

We are the only species which, when it chooses to do so, will go to great effort to save what it might destroy.