We spend our lives hurrying away from the real, as though it were deadly to us. It must be somewhere up there on the horizon, we think. And all the time it is in the soil, right beneath our feet. — William Logan Copy Share Image
How can I stand on the ground every day and not feel its power? How can I live my life stepping on this stuff and not wonder at it? — William Logan Copy Share Image
“When someone offers you lines like that, he must be Mephistopheles and you must be Faust. You know you shouldn't succumb to such language,… — William Logan Copy Share Image
We spend our lives hurrying away from the real, as though it were deadly to us. It must be somewhere up there on the… — William Logan Copy Share Image
How can I stand on the ground every day and not feel its power? How can I live my life stepping on this stuff… — William Logan Copy Share Image
