A man ... needs to get out in the open air and sweat and blow off the stink. — William Kittredge Copy Share Image
Writing is a funny business. You sit in your room and listen to voices and write everything down. What kind of a profession is… — William Kittredge Copy Share
Up there on Huckleberry Mountain, I couldn't sleep ... As the sky broke light over the peaks of Glacier, I found myself deeply moved… — William Kittredge Copy Share
“Sometimes there is no choice but to walk into your own house. Far away, you think, and you do not want to see. You… — William Kittredge Copy Share
The specific danger is us; we are rampant; this earth is our only friend; we are destroying it increment by increment at a horrific… — William Kittredge Copy Share
I had discovered a terrible vulnerability I myself which I think of not as cowardliness but as an ability to imagine too much. — William Kittredge Copy Share
In learning to pay respectful attention to one another and plants and animals, we relearn the acts of empathy, and thus humility and compassion… — William Kittredge Copy Share
“We must define a story which encourages us to make use of the place where we live without killing it, and we must understand… — William Kittredge Copy Share
What I wanted was some dreamlike Frank Lloyd Wright bungalow where we could sit on the veranda forever and it would always be twilight… — William Kittredge Copy Share
I want to think I deserve what I get. I don't want to consider how vastly I am overly rewarded. I don't want to… — William Kittredge Copy Share
Places come to exist in our imaginations because of stories, and so do we. When we reach for a "sense of place," we posit… — William Kittredge Copy Share
A man ... needs to get out in the open air and sweat and blow off the stink. — William Kittredge Copy Share
Don't worry about meaning. If a story's any good, it can't help but have meaning. Let the PhDs tell you what your story means. — William Kittredge Copy Share
We tell stories to talk out the trouble in our lives, trouble otherwise so often so unspeakable. It is one of our main ways… — William Kittredge Copy Share
Our old pilgrims believed stories in which the West was a promise, a place where decent people could escape the wreckage of failed lives… — William Kittredge Copy Share
