“Writing is lonely, it's an intimate talk with the undead, with the unborn, with the absent, with strangers , with the readers… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
Every woman who appears wrestles with the forces that would have her disappear. She struggles with the forces that would tell her… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
I sometimes wonder what those of us who are writers would become in a nonliterary culture - storytellers? Hermits? — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
Language is like a road, it cannot be perceived all at once because it unfolds in time, whether heard or read. This… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“To write is to carve a new path through the terrain of the imagination, or to point out new features on a… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
For me, before I learned how to read I was really interested in story and in landscape and nature. I decided to… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
In her novel Regeneration, Pat Barker writes of a doctor who 'knew only too well how often the early stages of change… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
There are infinite shades of grey. Writing often appears so black and white. — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“Read good writing, and don’t live in the present. Live in the deep past, with the language of the Koran or the… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
Every woman who appears wrestles with the forces that would have her disappear. She struggles with the forces that would tell her… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“This is the strange life of books that you enter along as a writer, mapping an unknown territory that arises as you… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“Alas, many of these long-distance writers are not fascinating thinkers, and it’s a dubious premise that someone who would be dull to… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“Writers are solitaries by vocation and necessity. I sometimes think the test is not so much talent, which is not as rare… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
Before writers are writers they are readers, living in books, through books, in the lives of others that are also the heads… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“For twenty years I have sat alone at a desk tinkering with sentences and then sending them out, and for most of… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
Writing is saying to no one and to everyone the things it is not possible to say to someone. — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
You write your books. You scatter your seeds. Rats might eat them, or they might rot. In California, some seeds lie dormant… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“Stories migrate secretly. The assumption that whatever we now believe is just common sense, or what we always knew, is a way… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“Nonfiction has crept closer to fiction in our time in ways that are not flattering to fiction, in part because too many… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“When I first began to write, I had been a child for most of my life, and my childhood memories were vivid… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
No one is born a writer; literacy is a peculiar mode of being, but I was all about stories from a very… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
I've been gratified to see over the twenty or so years of my writing life the West become less of a colony… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
A place is a story, and stories are geography, and empathy is first of all an act of imagination, a storyteller's art,… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“Georgia O’Keeffe moved to rural New Mexico, from which she would sign her letters to the people she loved, “from the faraway nearby.” It… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
Joy doesn't betray but sustains activism. And when you face a politics that aspires to make you fearful, alienated and isolated, joy is a… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“To love someone is to put yourself in their place, we say, which is to put ourself in their story, or figure out how… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“People have always been good at imagining the end of the world, which is much easier to picture than the strange sidelong paths of… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“Whose maps are we trying to read? And what are we trying to draw? It's so common to live in a place without truly… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“I was being cured of soldiering on endlessly: my job was now to be still, which had become almost easy at last.” — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
In the aftermath of 9/11, people had not a good time, but a deep, profound, rousing time, woke up from their ennui and isolation… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“I wonder now about Demeter and Persephone. Maybe Persephone was glad to run off with the king of death to his underground realm, maybe… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
[In mountaineering, if] we look for private experience rather than public history, even getting to the top becomes an optional narrative rather than the… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
For me, being in a car or on an airplane is like being in limbo. It's this dead zone between two places. But to… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
“How do you calculate upon the unforeseen? It seems to be an art of recognizing the role of the unforeseen, of keeping your balance… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image
Walking shares with making and working that crucial element of engagement of the body and the mind with the world, of knowing the world… — Rebecca Solnit Copy Share Image