“Speech does not always unravel matters. Words can betray you, their labyrinthine threads tangled in knots, for we were cursed at that great tower of Babel, to speak always in riddles and never yet to comprehend.” — Ned Hayes Copy Share Image
“Fog lifts in the valley, rising as mist through the bare-limbed trees. Far below lies the deeping combe with our village in the heart of it.My whole world for nearly a decade has been contained in that place—and now the village of Duns looks so small. I hold up my hand, form a circle with my fingers. The distant village,… — Ned Hayes Copy Share
“If the global temperature rises by only four degrees Celsius over the next fifty years—and it’s probably going to do that—then all of the Appalachian forests will die. Already, the Elms and the Chestnuts are gone, and the Hemlocks and the Flowering Dogwoods. And I didn’t get a chance to climb them yet. Before we know it, the forest will… — Ned Hayes Copy Share
“London town is a great and stinking warren. The smokes of many fires creep around our ankles and our cart, and a stench rises from the open sewers in the lanes: a reek that rivals anything from our cart. The streets twist unevenly between leaning houses made of wood: only one cart may fit between the walls, with people rushing… — Ned Hayes Copy Share
“I do not like the orangeness; it erases every tree, every branch, every leaf.” — Ned Hayes Copy Share Image
“Under the sanctuary are the catacombs where the dead wait for resurrection. The living do not venture there. The caverns here underneath the Sanctuary… — Ned Hayes Copy Share Image
“Rooks have clustered on either side of the long road. It is as if they line a grand parade route for our passage. Their… — Ned Hayes Copy Share Image
“Speech does not always unravel matters. Words can betray you, their labyrinthine threads tangled in knots, for we were cursed at that great tower… — Ned Hayes Copy Share Image
“I must learn to be as the bear in a cage with the stick that pokes it always, through the bars. The bear acts… — Ned Hayes Copy Share Image
“April comes to us, with her showers sweet. I wake to the cries of little birds before the light comes across the heath. They… — Ned Hayes Copy Share Image
“The nitrogen cycle is a kind of miracle. The nitrogen cycle requires bears. Brown bears catch salmon in streams and rivers. Then the brown… — Ned Hayes Copy Share Image
“Any story is an ocean whose tide begins in a place I can't know, and my life is but a moment in that flood,… — Ned Hayes Copy Share Image
