“Also I wonder how Bangley is built inside and everyone like him. He is at home with his solitude as the note reverberating inside a bell. Prefers it. Will protect it to the death. Lives for protecting it the way… — Peter Heller Copy Share Image
“He is at home with his solitude as the note reverberating inside a bell.” — Peter Heller Copy Share Image
“It occurred to me that the death of his grazing land hurt him more, incomparably more than the death of the human race. I… — Peter Heller Copy Share Image
Kook means the clueless beginner who paddles his surf board out to the other surfers in the lineup and starts chattering away like it's… — Peter Heller Copy Share Image
“We have traveled. Now you will be the path I will walk I will walk Over you.” — Peter Heller Copy Share Image
“Well, I think that’s sort of like Eve biting the apple. You were talking about Genesis. I think it’s like that, the crow is… — Peter Heller Copy Share Image
I like the drinking-out-of-the-fire-hose approach - you're getting way more than you can handle. — Peter Heller Copy Share Image
“Because that's what it turned into: in front of a fine painting a viewer stopped looking and started watching, watching is more specific, watching… — Peter Heller Copy Share Image
“The pleasure almost split me like a baking stuffed tomato. Like my heart swelled and my skin got thinner and thinner in the heat… — Peter Heller Copy Share Image
Wanted to write fiction since I was 11, since I first read 'In Our Time' by Hemingway. — Peter Heller Copy Share Image
“She collapsed. I stepped forward and caught her. I thought of two trees nearly unrooted and leaning against each other.” — Peter Heller Copy Share Image
All my journalism, all my books are first person, and it's all memoir. Even when I'm writing about the oil spill in the Gulf,… — Peter Heller Copy Share Image
“we can proceed in our lives just as easily from love to love as from loss to loss. A good thing to remember in… — Peter Heller Copy Share Image
“It's early spring, some late or early hour with Orion toppling backward onto the serrated edge of the mountains and not crying out but… — Peter Heller Copy Share Image
