Quotes About Wilderness

Mountain lion!

Enfrente, a su espalda, a sus costados, estaban las otras cumbres: Oz, Cuatro Cruces, los agudos colmillos de Sagrado, Vientoduro. Más allá, la lejanía del Negromonte. Casí transparente, más allá de los pinares y las hayas, se adivinaba la ingrata zona de las Artámilas, con su hambre y su miseria.

Wolves mated for life. Where was he? Where was the echo to her howl, her mate? Was there no other lone wolf, searching the hills for her?

For, like the wind, the sun, or the flowing river, like a soaring man-of-war or a beetle under a stone, like a spider at a web or a crab scuttling sideways across a shore, Nimrod was free.

When I was a boy, I read a terrible article in a big weekly American magazine called the 'Saturday Evening Post.' In the middle of this family magazine on my parent's coffee table was an article about this family that was camping, and they were all mauled by a grizzly bear in their sleeping bags.

But I went down to Venezuela and spend a few weeks going through jungles. It's fantastic looking.

The valley we lived in could easily be the setting for a fantasy novel or a prairie western novel. It could be anything.

All I really want to do is someday be in a western. If I could be on a horse with a rifle, I would be a really happy camper.

I've always loved a good Western.

There is precious little in civilization to appeal to a Yeti.

Tarzan is such a great character in that he's very innocent and wide-eyed about the world, yet he's so powerful and capable. It's fun to play those qualities simultaneously in the same person.

There's a childlike quality to Tarzan that's quite beautiful and wonderful, but there's also an intelligence and fierceness that's quite powerful as well.

My nickname was Tarzan: I found my food in the jungle; I hunted birds.

My father taught me how to hunt.

He spent two decades wandering the wilderness, overmedicated, set upon by the tax man, divorce lawyers, everything but a rain of toads. There were more fights and pills and liquor and car crashes and women and discharge of firearms—accidental and on purpose—than a mortal man could be expected to survive, but he played.

I imagined him then walking the few feet to the hilltop, where he had bedded down so many times next his life partner, and lying down to rest. As he slowly drifted off to sleep, I would like to think that the scent from that tree triggered a picture. If so, then the last thing in 21's mind as he lost consciousness for the final time was an image of 42.

In the Valley of the Wolves

The Rise of Black Wolf

Tree limbs scraped at her face and arms, snagged and pulled at her jeans and backpack. Thick wild growth, practically impossible to walk through. But Paige kept moving, banging her walking stick against the trees and brush, feeling herself moving in a downward slope.

When you are facing the wilderness on your own, you have a totally different attitude to someone who works in government or who has a monthly cheque.

Every day a wilderness—noshade in sight. Beulahpatient among knickknacks,the solarium a rageof light, a grainstormas her gray cloth bringsdark wood to life.

there's a silent voice in the wilderness that we hear only when no one else is around. When you go far, far beyond, out across the netherlands of the Known, the din of human static slowly fades away, over and out.

Tho was Buffalo Bill Cody? Most people know, at the very least, that he was a hero of the Old West, like Daniel Boone, Davy Crockett, and Kit Carson-one of those larger-than-life figures from which legends are made. Cody himself provided such a linkage to his heroic predecessors in 1888 when he published a book with biographies of Boone,

including wagons, camp equipage, arms, ammunition, donkeys, buffaloes,