11 Quotes by Robert Michael Pyle

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    I often tell students that we should aspire to be amanuenses to the land: to let the land speak (in all its voices, human and otherwise), then take dictation, and try to get some of the words right. “How do you know when you get the words right?” they ask.“You know,” I reply. When we do, the leaves not only speak; they positively sing.

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    I thought of a sign I had seen... another scary time, when I was two hundred feet up in a giant karri tree in South West Australia. At the point where the precarious spiral ladder grew even steeper and narrower to reach the fire-watch platform atop the tree, the sign said: 'Reassess Your Situation Now: Turn Back if You Are Not Comfortable'. Then, as now, that seemed like damn good advice.

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    I've always felt there is something sacred in a piece of paper that travels the earth from hand to hand, head to head, heart to heart.

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    That kind of walk is nice when it happens, but I'll take four minutes now and then over being butt-stapled to a chair all day long.

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    when that small Siberian bird fell out of the sky over Gray's River, not once but twice, he brought with him the sweetness of chance in any place, the certainty of wonder in all places. And if that's not grace, I don't know what it.

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    Along with rising and falling water, winter is the province of wind. When the sea-breath and mountain-roar bend the hemlocks of these hills, the birds hang on as best they can.

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    We look up, if only to see if we're likely to be rained on. The sky calls attention to itself, whether scored by herons, cranes, or wires; illumined by sunsets, Perseids, or ballparks; broken up by the twigwork of oaks or maples, painted in rainbows, or just primed in the pale gray of my '52 Ford. If we are truthful, the sky is never neutral.

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    the crushed carcasses of slugs and frogs mixing with the Cretaceous carbons of tar give the road an organic glaze.

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