Quotes About Wilderness

We can't stop here. This is bat country!

I dreamed that Curran and I killed a dinosaur and then had sex in the dirt.

My youngest brother and I went on a ten-day canoe trip in Bowron Provincial Park in British Columbia years ago. Believe it or not, we took only granola, thinking we'd be eating a lot of lake trout. Well, we neglected to bring along a net, and our fishing line was only 8-lb. test.

I took four years off after 'In the Cut' because I wanted to see who I'd be without work. I even tried being a hermit in the wilderness in New Zealand. I stayed in a warden's hut two-and-a-half hours off the Routeburn Track through the fjords on the South Island. It was early winter, so there was no electricity or running water.

To experience the northern forest in the raw, I went to northern Finland and Lapland, travelling on horseback, and sleeping on reindeer skins in the traditional open-fronted Finnish laavu. I ate elk heart, reindeer and lingonberries, and tried out spruce resin: the chewing gum of the Stone Age.

I have feared for my life on fishing trips - I was once in a plane crash in the Amazon, for example, and I've been trapped in a sinking boat - but not when actually handling fish, although I have been injured by fish.

This was one of the places people told me to go, it was one the big trips that you should see: Alaska.

My soul lives in Montana. It's where I fly-fish for trout.

When a trout rises to a fly, it does not swim as much as tilt its fins and jet skyward.

This world without a leopard…I mean, who would want to be here?!

I love being outdoors. I love listening to the crickets. I want to embrace nature.

I love LA, but we don't really have beautiful natural things to look at. I just want to be in nature and go back to my roots and just see beautiful things, that's really all I want.

A girl in want of a Leopard still has feet.

I've made a couple of movies in the jungle, and I don't want to go back to the jungle.

God, my children, is the wilderness.

Out onto the battered road, then, the city falling away behind them. After a time, Karsa glanced back and bared his teeth at her. 'Listen. That is better, yes?' 'I hear only the wind.' 'Better than ten thousand tireless contrivances.

Wind slapped them against the cliff face, then yanked them outward in a biting swirl of airborne sand.

At once [the buffalo] is a symbol of the tenacity of wilderness and the destruction of wilderness; it's a symbol of Native American culture and the death of Native American culture; it's a symbol of the strength and vitality of America and the pettiness and greed of America; it represents a frontier both forgotten and remembered; it stands for freedom and captivity, extinction and salvation.

LSSU] was the kind of school where students had a lot of pride. Not the raucous strain of sports pride... And not academic pride... It was more of a geographical pride. Kids were proud to live in that tough wilderness setting, and the best way to prove your mettle was through achievements in the wild.

One August day a few years back, my friend Dan Bogan and I spent a whole day up on a hill that was shaped like a woman's chest. We were hiding in the cleavage, out of sight.

When I was done plucking the birds, the blood and the scattering of white feathers gave my campsite the appearance of a pillow fight gone horribly wrong.

hide-hunting outfit might travel with

The land he crossed was cracked and withered, much like his skin. The wind blew hard along the gullies, whipping up sand and scrub. There were no miracles in this place, least of all miracles of life. Dust and bones, sand and souls; that was the way of it. How

We carry our own wilderness with us.