The Unexpected stalks a farm in big boots like a vagrant bent on havoc. Not every farmer is an inventor, but the good ones have the seeds of invention within them. Economy and efficiency move their relentless tinkering and yet… — Verlyn Klinkenborg Copy Share Image
(Home is) a place we carry inside ourselves, a place where we welcome the unfamiliar because we know that as time passes it will… — Verlyn Klinkenborg Copy Share
The Unexpected stalks a farm in big boots like a vagrant bent on havoc. Not every farmer is an inventor, but the good ones… — Verlyn Klinkenborg Copy Share
When I say the grace of wildness, what I mean is its autonomy, its self-possession, the fact that it has nothing to do with… — Verlyn Klinkenborg Copy Share
Research, in nature’s laboratory, never stops. It explores every possibility. It never lacks funding. It is never demoralized by failed experiments. It cannot be… — Verlyn Klinkenborg Copy Share
A reasonable agriculture would do its best to emulate nature. Rather than change the earth to suit a crop... it would diversify its crops… — Verlyn Klinkenborg Copy Share
I look at the books on my library shelves. They certainly seem dormant. But what if the characters are quietly rearranging themselves? What if… — Verlyn Klinkenborg Copy Share
“How these humans dispose themselves! Unlike anything else in creation. Or rather like everything else in creation all at once. Legs of one beast.… — Verlyn Klinkenborg Copy Share
Nearly everyone is aware of dramatic changes in the world. Yet we continue to live in the assumption that we can ride out the… — Verlyn Klinkenborg Copy Share
Other seasons come abruptly but ask so little when they do. Winter is the only one that has to be relearned. — Verlyn Klinkenborg Copy Share
The words are not mere words. They are the breath and mind, perhaps even the soul, of the person who is reading. — Verlyn Klinkenborg Copy Share
Solve global warming, eliminate the nuclear threat, and we will still have to confront the vastness of our species and the way it diminishes,… — Verlyn Klinkenborg Copy Share
A cliché is dead matter. It causes gangrene in the prose around it, and sooner or later it eats your brain, — Verlyn Klinkenborg Copy Share
