The words are not mere words. They are the breath and mind, perhaps even the soul, of the person who is reading.

- Verlyn Klinkenborg

Other seasons come abruptly but ask so little when they do. Winter is the only one that has to be relearned.

- Verlyn Klinkenborg

When I say the grace of wildness, what I mean is its autonomy, its self-possession, the fact that it has nothing to do with us. The grace is in the s…

- Verlyn Klinkenborg

The Unexpected stalks a farm in big boots like a vagrant bent on havoc. Not every farmer is an inventor, but the good ones have the seeds of inventio…

- Verlyn Klinkenborg

A reasonable agriculture would do its best to emulate nature. Rather than change the earth to suit a crop... it would diversify its crops to suit the…

- Verlyn Klinkenborg

Solve global warming, eliminate the nuclear threat, and we will still have to confront the vastness of our species and the way it diminishes, without…

- Verlyn Klinkenborg

A cliché is dead matter. It causes gangrene in the prose around it, and sooner or later it eats your brain.

- Verlyn Klinkenborg

I look at the books on my library shelves. They certainly seem dormant. But what if the characters are quietly rearranging themselves? What if Emma W…

- Verlyn Klinkenborg

Research, in nature’s laboratory, never stops. It explores every possibility. It never lacks funding. It is never demoralized by failed experiments. …

- Verlyn Klinkenborg