“Black magic, the magic of the primeval chaos, blots out or transmogrifies the true form of things. At the stroke of twelve… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
After chiding the theologian for his reliance on myth and miracle, science found itself in the unenviable position of having to create… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
“Perhaps he knew, there in the grass by the waters, that he had before him an immense journey.” — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
We are rag dolls made out of many ages and skins, changelings who have slept in wood nests, and hissed in the… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
“Great minds have always seen it. That is why man has survived his journey this long. When we fail to wish any… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
“Taking a final pleasure in what the wind can neither proclaim nor destroy, I am a student of nightfall, I claim no other profession.” — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
We are one of many appearances of the thing called Life; we are not its perfect image, for it has no perfect image except… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
Perhaps a creature of so much ingenuity and deep memory is almost bound to grow alienated from his world, his fellows, and the objects… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
To have dragons one must have change; that is the first principle of dragon lore. — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
It is frequently the tragedy of the great artist, as it is of the great scientist, that he frightens the ordinary man. — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
The future is neither ahead nor behind, on one side or another. Nor is it dark or light. It is contained within ourselves; its… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
Out of the choked Devonian waters emerged sight and sound and the music that rolls invisible through the composer's brain. They are there still… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
“I once saw, on a flower pot in my own living room, the efforts of a field mouse to build a remembered field. I… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
Lights come and go in the night sky. Men, troubled at last by the things they build, may toss in their sleep and dream… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
