A man ... needs to get out in the open air and sweat and blow off the stink.
Writing is a funny business. You sit in your room and listen to voices and write everything down. What kind of a profession is that? - William Kittredge
Writing is a funny business. You sit in your room and listen to voices and write everything down. What kind of a profession is that?
- William Kittredge
Places come to exist in our imaginations because of stories, and so do we. When we reach for a "sense of place," we posit an intimate relationship to… - William Kittredge
Places come to exist in our imaginations because of stories, and so do we. When we reach for a "sense of place," we posit an intimate relationship to…
It is our duty to preserve huge tracts of land in something resembling its native condition. The biological interactions necessary to insure the cont… - William Kittredge
It is our duty to preserve huge tracts of land in something resembling its native condition. The biological interactions necessary to insure the cont…
We continually use stories to hold up as mirrors to ourselves. - William Kittredge
We continually use stories to hold up as mirrors to ourselves.
The specific danger is us; we are rampant; this earth is our only friend; we are destroying it increment by increment at a horrific rate. We must und… - William Kittredge
The specific danger is us; we are rampant; this earth is our only friend; we are destroying it increment by increment at a horrific rate. We must und…
A man ... needs to get out in the open air and sweat and blow off the stink. - William Kittredge
Don't worry about meaning. If a story's any good, it can't help but have meaning. Let the PhDs tell you what your story means. - William Kittredge
Don't worry about meaning. If a story's any good, it can't help but have meaning. Let the PhDs tell you what your story means.
I wonder what my father saw in his most secret sight of the right life. It's my guess he wanted to live out his life surrounded by friends and childr… - William Kittredge
I wonder what my father saw in his most secret sight of the right life. It's my guess he wanted to live out his life surrounded by friends and childr…
In a story, nothing is real until it is acted upon. - William Kittredge
In a story, nothing is real until it is acted upon.
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