Edward Hoagland
Edward Hoagland
Edward Hoaglandis an American author best known for his nature and travel writing...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth21 December 1932
CountryUnited States of America
opportunity land tribes
Land of opportunity, land for the huddled masses where would the opportunity have been without the genocide of those Old Guard, bristling Indian tribes?
color snow track
True solitude is a din of birdsong, seething leaves, whirling colors, or a clamor of tracks in the snow.
mountain littles
A mountain with a wolf on it stands a little taller....
country future eye
City people try to buy time as a rule, when they can, whereas country people are prepared to kill time, although both try to cherish in their mind's eye the notion of a better life ahead.
running men long
Men greet each other with a sock on the arm, women with a hug, and the hug wears better in the long run.
sports men competition
Men often compete with one another until the day they die. Comradeship consists of rubbing shoulders jocularly with a competitor.
wise wisdom fun
There often seems to be a playfulness to wise people, as if either their equanimity has as its source this playfulness or the playfulness flows from equanimity; and they can persuade other people who are in a state of agitation to calm down and smile.
dog exercise slave-owners
To relive the relationship between owner and slave we can consider how we treat our cars and dogs - a dog exercising a somewhat similar leverage on our mercies and an automobile being comparable in value to a slave in those days
children suicidal would-be
It would be hard to define chaos better than as a world where children decide they don't want to live.
people texan chosen
Many people have believed that they were Chosen, but none more baldly than the Texans.
witness
A writer's work is to witness things.
life disappointment loss
The zest for life of those unusual men and women who make a great zealous success of living is due more often in good part to the craftiness and pertinacity with which they manage to overlook the misery of others. You can watch them watch life beat the stuffing out of the faces of their friends and acquaintances, although they themselves seem to outwit the dense delays of social custom, the tedious tick-tock of bureaucratic obfuscation, accepting loss and age and change and disappointment without suffering punctures in their stomach lining.
mountain faces cages
Once I climbed into a mountain lion's cage and she bounded at me and put her paw on my face, but she kept her claws withdrawn.