“And I was sure it was the drink that irrigated White’s self-sabotage, for it is the common trait of alcoholics to make plans and… — Helen Macdonald Copy Share
“White called Prisonface to life in order that he should suffer, be punished, mocked, reduced to rags and die.” — Helen Macdonald Copy Share
“You see that life will become a thing made of holes. Absences. Losses. Things that were there and are no longer. And you realise,… — Helen Macdonald Copy Share
“And when I look again she seems neither bird nor reptile, but a creature shaped by a million years of evolution for a life… — Helen Macdonald Copy Share
“Riding out with the Old Surrey and Burstow Hunt, White recorded the first time he saw a kill with distanced fascination. The fox was… — Helen Macdonald Copy Share
“He did all the right things: flew aeroplanes, shot, fished for salmon, hunted; and even better, all the wrong things: kept grass snakes in… — Helen Macdonald Copy Share
“I couldn't keep the dimensions of my car in my head. Or my own, for I kept having accidents. I cracked cups. I dropped… — Helen Macdonald Copy Share
“He was a complicated man, and an unhappy one. But he knew also that the world was full of simple miracles.” — Helen Macdonald Copy Share
“It wasn't just that I saw in his book, reflected backwards and dimly, my own retreat into wildness. It was this: of all the… — Helen Macdonald Copy Share
“and it was there, standing on the edge of a village playing field, that I gratefully stepped into novicehood again, as if I had… — Helen Macdonald Copy Share
“I look. There it is. I feel it. The insistent pull to the heart that the hawk brings, that very old longing of mine… — Helen MacDonald Copy Share
“History and hawks and hoods and the implications of taking something's sight away to calm it.” — Helen Macdonald Copy Share
