Robert Michael Pyle Quotes

#1. 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.

Robert Michael Pyle

#2. 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.

Robert Michael Pyle

#3. The river has indeed become an inefficient conduit, but the same plaque that plugs this artery used to hold back the flow when it was soil in the hills. Now the land just bleeds when it rains.

Robert Michael Pyle

#4. It is the gift of stories that most repays life among settled people.

Robert Michael Pyle

#5. Himalayans (blackberries) seize the land, gobbling acres, blanketing banks, consuming abandoned farmhouses and their Studebakers and anything left alone in the rain for five minutes or longer.

Robert Michael Pyle

#6. This sort of day makes indoor work seem shameful. So working outside, whether in the garden or the woods or on the front porch ... , is a sacrament.

Robert Michael Pyle

#7. 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.

Robert Michael Pyle

#8. A day like this ... is almost too perfect to be legal.

Robert Michael Pyle

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

Robert Michael Pyle

#10. 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.

Robert Michael Pyle