“(from: Age Sixty-nine) Often, lately, the night is a cold maw and stars the scattered white teeth of the gods, which spare none of us. At dawn I have birds, clearly divine messengers that I don't understand yet day by… — Jim Harrison Copy Share Image
“Perhaps swimming was dancing in the water, he thought. To swim under lily pads seeing their green slender stalks wavering as you passed, to… — Jim Harrison Copy Share Image
Writing as a woman presents enormous problems but I have attempted it several times and haven't had many complaints. — Jim Harrison Copy Share Image
I like grit, I like love and death, I'm tired of irony. ... A lot of good fiction is sentimental. ... The novelist who… — Jim Harrison Copy Share Image
It is utterly soothing to fly fish for trout. All other considerations or worries drift away and you couldn't keep them close if you… — Jim Harrison Copy Share Image
“(from: Age Sixty-nine) There is this circle I walk that I have learned to love. I hope one day to be a spiral but… — Jim Harrison Copy Share Image
“. . . another year has passed, or so they say, but calenders lie. They're a kind of cosmic business machine like their cousin… — Jim Harrison Copy Share Image
“The head's a cloud anchor that the feet must follow. Travel light, he said, or don't travel at all.” — Jim Harrison Copy Share Image
After a lifetime of world travel I've been fascinated that those in the third world don't have the same perception of reality that we… — Jim Harrison Copy Share Image
The only advice I can give to aspiring writers is don't do it unless you're willing to give your whole life to it. Red… — Jim Harrison Copy Share Image
It is easy to forget that in the main we die only seven times more slowly than our dogs. — Jim Harrison Copy Share Image
