“A person in her twenties has been a child for most of her life, but as time goes by that portion that… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“The stories shatter. Or you wear them out or leave them behind. Over time the story of the memory loses its power.… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“Suddenly I came out of my thoughts to notice everything around me again-the catkins on the willows, the lapping of the water,… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
Memory, even in the rest of us, is a shifting, fading, partial thing, a net that doesn't catch all the fish by… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
Perhaps it’s that you can’t go back in time, but you can return to the scenes of a love, of a crime,… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“When you give yourself to places, they give you yourself back; the more one comes to know them, the more one seeds… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“When I first began to write, I had been a child for most of my life, and my childhood memories were vivid… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“...you don't have the memory of your future; {that}the future is indeed dark, which is the best thing it could be; and… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“The stories don't fit back together, and it's the end of stories, those devices we carry like shells and shields and blinkers… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“Lost really has two disparate meanings. Losing things is about the familiar falling away, getting lost is about the unfamiliar appearing. There… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“Georgia O’Keeffe moved to rural New Mexico, from which she would sign her letters to the people she loved, “from the faraway nearby.” It… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
Joy doesn't betray but sustains activism. And when you face a politics that aspires to make you fearful, alienated and isolated, joy is a… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“To love someone is to put yourself in their place, we say, which is to put ourself in their story, or figure out how… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“People have always been good at imagining the end of the world, which is much easier to picture than the strange sidelong paths of… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“Whose maps are we trying to read? And what are we trying to draw? It's so common to live in a place without truly… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“I was being cured of soldiering on endlessly: my job was now to be still, which had become almost easy at last.” — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
In the aftermath of 9/11, people had not a good time, but a deep, profound, rousing time, woke up from their ennui and isolation… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“I wonder now about Demeter and Persephone. Maybe Persephone was glad to run off with the king of death to his underground realm, maybe… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
[In mountaineering, if] we look for private experience rather than public history, even getting to the top becomes an optional narrative rather than the… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
For me, being in a car or on an airplane is like being in limbo. It's this dead zone between two places. But to… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“How do you calculate upon the unforeseen? It seems to be an art of recognizing the role of the unforeseen, of keeping your balance… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
Walking shares with making and working that crucial element of engagement of the body and the mind with the world, of knowing the world… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image