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
I imagine you will always be pinched for money, for time, for a place to work. But I think you will do… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“The light is nostalgic about mornings past and optimistic about mornings to come.” — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
Expose a child to a particular environment at this susceptible time and he will perceive in the shapes of that environment until… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“The air is so crisp it gives me a brief, delusive sense of health and youth. those I don't have but I… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“The sound of anything coming at you—a train, say, or the future —has a higher pitch than the sound of the same… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
Every green natural place we save saves a fragment of our sanity and gives us a little more hope that we have… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
Salt is added to dried rose petals with the perfume and spices, when we store them away in covered jars, the summers… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“If you could forget mortality... You could really believe that time is circular, and not linear and progressive as our culture is… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
Every action is an idea before it is an action, and perhaps a feeling before it is an idea, and every idea… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“He looks into his Dixie cup and looks back up as if surprised at what he found there. The future, maybe.” — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“We have been cut off, the past has been ended and the family has broken up and the present is adrift in… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“His clock was set on pioneer time. He met trains that had not yet arrived, he waited on platforms that hadn't yet… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
Every time. You know why? I want to fail. I work like a dog for twenty years so I'll have the supreme… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
There it was, there it is, the place where during the best time of our lives friendship had its home and happiness… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
Youth hasn't got anything to do with chronological age. It's times of hope and happiness. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
You have to get over the color green; you have to quit associating beauty with gardens and lawns; you have to get… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
A muddy little stream, a village grown unfamiliar with time and trees. I turn around and retrace my way up Main Street… — 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
