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"The Peace of Wild ThingsWhen despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakerests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.I come into the peace of wild thingswho do not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief. I come into the presence of still water.And I feel above me the day-blind starswaiting with their light. For a timeI rest in the grace of the world, and am free."
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"Steam rising underneath a canopy of whispering, changing aspens; starlight in the clear, dark night, and wondrous beauty in every direction. If only all could feel this way, to be so captured and enthralled with autumn."
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"Then the immortal heart of the woods will beat against ours and its subtle life will steal into our veins and make us its own forever, so that no matter where we go or how widely we wander we shall yet be drawn back to the forest to find our most enduring kinship."
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"The pale pink light of dawn sparkled on branch and leaf and stone. Every blade of grass was carved from emerald, every drip of water turned to diamond. Flowers and mushrooms alike wore coats of glass. Even the mud puddles had a bright brown sheen. Through the shimmering greenery, the black tents of his brothers were encased in a fine glaze of ice. So there is magic beyond the Wall after all."
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"Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature?"
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"Mountains in the distance remind me of you."
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"In the times of trouble, be like the strong wall. In the times of joy, be like the smiling sun."
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"He lay listening to the water drip in the woods. Bedrock, this. The cold and the silence. The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again. Everything uncoupled from its shoring. Unsupported in the ashen air. Sustained by a breath, trembling and brief. If only my heart were stone."
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"See the golden beach sands and blue skyin a cool breezemy mind flys high"
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"It was somehow slightly frightening, like the gambolling of tiger cubs which will soon grow up into man-eaters."
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"I don't think there's a shortage of material in the world. Or in my head. I just pray for continued good health, because I've got other stories to tell."
Health
"I suppose all writers worry about the well running dry."
Running
"Movies have to handle time very efficiently. They're about stringing scenes together in the present. Novels aren't necessarily about that."
Movies
"Structure is one of the things that I always hope will reveal itself to me."
Hope
"I think it would be harder for me not to write comedy because the comic view of things is the one that comes most naturally to me."
Comedy
"My books are elegiac in the sense that they're odes to a nation that even I sometimes think may not exist anymore except in my memory and my imagination."
Imagination
"I think the darker aspect of my fiction-or anybody's fiction-is by its very nature somehow easier to talk about."
Nature
"I think that if people are instructed about anything, it should be about the nature of cruelty. And about why people behave so cruelly to each other. And what kind of satisfactions they derive from it. And why there is always a cost, and a price to be paid."
Nature
"If you work at comedy too laboriously, you can kill what's funny in the joke."
Fun
"I read pretty voraciously. If it's good, I don't care what it is."
Care
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