18 Quotes by J. A. Baker

Whatever is destroyed, the act of destruction does not vary much. Beauty if vapour from the pit of death.

Wherever he goes, this winter, I will follow him. I will share the fear, and the exaltation, and the boredom, of the hunting life. I will follow him till my predatory human shape no longer darkens in terror the shaken kaleidoscope of colour that stains the deep fovea of his brilliant eye. My pagan head shall sink into the winter land, and there be purified.

Wandering flushes a glory that fades with arrival.

Binoculars, and a hawk-like vigilance, reduce the disadvantage of myopic human vision.

There is no mysterious essence we can call a 'place'. Place is change. It is motion killed by the mind, and preserved in the amber of memory.

Vision with action can change the world.

I have always longed to be part of the outward life, to be out there at the edge of things, to let the human taint wash away in emptiness and silence as the fox sloughs his smell into the cold unworldliness of water; to return to town a stranger. Wandering flushes a glory that fades with arrival.

This is now a different place from what it was two hours ago. There is no mysterious essence we can call a ‘place’. Place is change. It is motion killed by the mind, and preserved in the amber of memory.

We are the killers. We stink of death. We carry it with us. It sticks to us like frost. We cannot tear it away.