The Ploughmen is part inspired fever-dream, part adventure story, a lyric parable of not just goodand evil but of the vast and beautiful and often lonely country in-between. Kim Zupan is a wonder. — Rick Bass Copy Share Image
“I'm surprised when I walk right into yet another abandoned hunters' camp. Tattered plastic sheeting still hangs askew here and there. Blackened aerosol cans… — Rick Bass Copy Share Image
Ive lost much of my heart and the spark or fire that once created, or produced, the art of fiction. — Rick Bass Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I imagine I can feel the earth pause in its rotation, can feel it pause and look at us as if wondering, Just… — Rick Bass Copy Share Image
The heart of it all is mystery, and science is at best only the peripheral trappings to that mystery--a ragged barbed-wire fence through which… — Rick Bass Copy Share Image
“Is this how it is for a species that senses it is going extinct? Is there a feeling of loneliness, or unease, each morning,… — Rick Bass Copy Share Image
The natural world is the only one we have. To try to not see the natural world - to put on blinders and avoid… — Rick Bass Copy Share Image
Live long enough and all weaknesses will be illuminated, but again perhaps that is not all bad for cannot they then begin to become… — Rick Bass Copy Share Image
When you sign on to be an activist in northwest Montana, people in the grocery store will avoid eye contact, particularly if they're hanging… — Rick Bass Copy Share Image
“We try and map boundaries, and to string fence - we try to set up a border between life and death, between man and… — Rick Bass Copy Share Image
Sometimes I perceive that there is a stillness and a wholeness in the world or in some portion or corner or fragment of the… — Rick Bass Copy Share Image
“You can't manufacture love: you can't build it back up, like a fire. You start out with a certain amount, and then you hope… — Rick Bass Copy Share Image
The seams, the laminae between the various worlds the past present and future as well as the living and the nonliving may not be… — Rick Bass Copy Share Image
