“Of all the passers-through, the species that means most to me, even more than geese and cranes, is the upland plover, the drab plump grassland bird that used to remind my gentle hunting uncle of the way things once had… — John Graves Copy Share Image
“If a man couldn't escape what he came from, we would most of us still be peasants in Old World hovels. But, if, having… — John Graves Copy Share Image
Most autumns, the water is low from the long dry summer, and you have to get out from time to time and wade, leading or dragging your boat through trickling shallows from one pool to the long channel-twisted pool below, hanging up occasionally on shuddering bars of quicksand, making six or eight miles in a day's lazy work, but if… — John Graves Copy Share
If you are lucky and reverent, and hush for a moment the doubts in your head, sometimes God will whisper in your ear. — John Graves Copy Share Image
“Neither a land nor a people ever starts over clean. Country is compact of all its past disasters and strokes of luck–of flood and… — John Graves Copy Share Image
“Some days load themselves with questions whose answers have died, and maybe never mattered hugely” — John Graves Copy Share Image
“Of all the passers-through, the species that means most to me, even more than geese and cranes, is the upland plover, the drab plump… — John Graves Copy Share Image
Canoes, too, are unobtrusive; they don't storm the natural world or ride over it, but drift in upon it as a part of its… — John Graves Copy Share Image
I would be annoyed if I were any more in tune with modern sensibilities. I was shaped differently. The world in which I grew… — John Graves Copy Share Image
“In terms of the outdoors, I and the others like me weren't badly cheated as such cheatings go nowadays, but we were cheated nevertheless.… — John Graves Copy Share Image
