Towns are like people. Old ones often have character, the new ones are interchangeable. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
The flimsy little protestations that mark the front gate of every novel, the solemn statements that any resemblance to real persons living… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
If there is such a thing as being conditioned by climate and geography, and I think there is, it is the West… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
Something will have gone out of us as a people if we ever let the remaining wilderness be destroyed We need wilderness… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
We need wilderness preserved-as much of it as is still left, and as many kinds-because it was the challenge against which our… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“The ferocious virtues that had been necessary for survival on the American frontier were theirs: they were men who lived freely, wastefully,… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“Before I can say I am , I was. Heraclitus and I, prophets of flux, know that the flux is composed of… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“I have to blame myself for not finding any way of reaching him, but I can't feel that either Ruth or I had anything… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
No life goes past so swiftly as an eventless one, no clock spins like a clock whose days are all alike. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“within yourself, you became a grave for her as you were a grave for Chet, and you carried your dead unquietly within you. —” — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
Towns are like people. Old ones often have character, the new ones are interchangeable. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
By his very profession, a serious fiction writer is a vendor of the sensuous particulars of life, a perceiver and handler of things. His… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“The creative writer is compulsively concrete . . . . His fictional house should be haunted by ideas, not inhabited by them; they should… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
You married me...but you didn't marry what you could make out of me. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
I gave my heart to the mountains the minute I stood beside this river with its spray in my face and watched it thunder… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“Poetry ought to be a by-product of living, and you can't have a by-product unless you've got a product first .” — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
