My life, I realize suddenly, is July. Childhood is June, and old age is August, but here it is, July, and my life, this year, is July inside of July.

- Rick Bass

The heart of it all is mystery, and science is at best only the peripheral trappings to that mystery--a ragged barbed-wire fence through which myster…

- Rick Bass

The mountains have always been here, and in them, the bears.

- Rick Bass

It is a kind of church, back in these last cores. It may not be your church -- this last one percent of the West – but it is mine, and I am asking un…

- Rick Bass

If it's wild to your own heart, protect it. Preserve it. Love it. And fight for it, and dedicate yourself to it, whether it's a mountain range, your …

- Rick Bass

How we fall into grace. You can't work or earn your way into it. You just fall. It lies below, it lies beyond. It comes to you, unbidden.

- Rick Bass

Sometimes I perceive that there is a stillness and a wholeness in the world or in some portion or corner or fragment of the world or some little plac…

- Rick Bass

I do not concern myself with my inability to feel such comfort amidst humans (other than with very few friends and family), but, rather, am simply th…

- Rick Bass

The natural world is the only one we have. To try to not see the natural world - to put on blinders and avoid seeing it - would for me seem like a fo…

- Rick Bass