“The evening before I departed I stood on the rim of a lagoon on Isla Rabida. Flamingos rode on its dark surface like pink swans, apparently asleep. Small, curved feathers, shed from their breasts, drifted away from them over the… — Barry Lopez Copy Share Image
“on my right Baker Creek has cut a steep-banked gash into the badlands to the west.” — Barry López Copy Share Image
If I were to offer any advice to young writers, it would be this: be discriminating and be discerning about the work you set… — Barry Lopez Copy Share Image
The wolf exerts a powerful influence on the human imagination. It takes your stare and turns it back on you — Barry Lopez Copy Share Image
The interior landscape responds to the character and subtlety of the exterior landscape; the shape of the individual mind is affected by the land… — Barry Lopez Copy Share Image
My faith is in my colleagues. And when I meet other writers, journalists, who've been doing this for a long time, trying to make… — Barry Lopez Copy Share Image
Eden is a conversation. It is the conversation of the human with the Divine. And it is the reverberations of that conversation that create… — Barry Lopez Copy Share Image
What does it mean to grow rich? Is it to have red-blooded adventures and to make a ‘fortune,’ which is what brought the whalers… — Barry Lopez Copy Share Image
Conversations are efforts toward good relations. They are an elementary form of reciprocity. They are the exercise of our love for each other. They… — Barry Lopez Copy Share Image
If there is a stage at which an individual life becomes truly adult, it must be when one grasps the irony in its unfolding… — Barry Lopez Copy Share Image
The cold view to take of our future is that we are therefore headed for extinction in a universe of impersonal chemical, physical, and… — Barry Lopez Copy Share Image
“Wilderness travel can be extremely taxing and dangerous. You can fall into a crevasse, flip your kayak, lose your way, become hypothermic, run out… — Barry López Copy Share Image
You can't learn anything from saguaro cactus, from ocotillo. They are just passing through; their roots, their much heralded dormancy in the dry season,… — Barry Lopez Copy Share Image
