Towns are like people. Old ones often have character, the new ones are interchangeable. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
Something will have gone out of us as a people if we ever let the remaining wilderness be destroyed; if we permit… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
When I was twenty I was in love with words, a wordsmith. I didn't know enough to know when people were letting… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
It is the abiding concern of thinking people to preserve what keeps men human-to save our contact with nature of which we… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
Pleasant things to hear, though hearing them from him embarrasses me. I soak up the praise but feel obliged to disparage the… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
But however you might rebel, there was no shedding them. They were your responsibility and there was no one to relieve you… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
The flimsy little protestations that mark the front gate of every novel, the solemn statements that any resemblance to real persons living… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
Something will have gone out of us as a people if we ever let the remaining wilderness be destroyed ... so that… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
A western buckaroo, I share his scorn for people who go camping by the book, relying on the authority of some half-assed… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
Something will have gone out of us as a people if we ever let the remaining wilderness be destroyed We need wilderness… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
We need wilderness preserved-as much of it as is still left, and as many kinds-because it was the challenge against which our… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
A teacher enlarges people in all sorts of ways besides just his subject matter. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
Is that the basis of friendship? Is it as reactive as that? Do we respond only to people who seem to find… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
Something will have gone out of us as a people if we ever let the remaining wilderness be destroyed ... We simply… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
Grub Street turns out good things almost as often as Parnassus. For if a writer is hard up enough, if he’s far… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“I have to blame myself for not finding any way of reaching him, but I can't feel that either Ruth or I had anything… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
No life goes past so swiftly as an eventless one, no clock spins like a clock whose days are all alike. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“within yourself, you became a grave for her as you were a grave for Chet, and you carried your dead unquietly within you. —” — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
Towns are like people. Old ones often have character, the new ones are interchangeable. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
By his very profession, a serious fiction writer is a vendor of the sensuous particulars of life, a perceiver and handler of things. His… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“The creative writer is compulsively concrete . . . . His fictional house should be haunted by ideas, not inhabited by them; they should… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
You married me...but you didn't marry what you could make out of me. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
I gave my heart to the mountains the minute I stood beside this river with its spray in my face and watched it thunder… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“Poetry ought to be a by-product of living, and you can't have a by-product unless you've got a product first .” — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
