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
god dying earth
The question of whether it's God's green earth is not at center stage, except in the sense that if so, one is reminded with some regularity that He may be dying.
cancer heart suicidal
Suicidal thinking, if serious, can be a kind of death scare, comparable to suffering a heart attack or undergoing a cancer operation. One survives such a phase both warier and chastened. When-ten years ago-I emerged from a bad dip into suicidal speculation, I felt utterly exhausted and yet quite fearless of ordinary dangers, vastly afraid of myself but much less scared of extraneous eventualities.
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.
crazy philosophical thinking
If a person sings quietly to himself on the street people smile with approval; but if he talks it's not alright; they think he's crazy. The singer is presumed to be happy and the talker unhappy...
funny life country
Country people do not behave as if they think life is short; they live on the principle that it is long, and savor variations of the kind best appreciated if most days are the same.
love believe past
There aren't many irritations to match the condescension which a woman metes out to a man who she believes has loved her vainly for the past umpteen years.
night two house
Black bears, though, are not fearsome. I encountered one on the road to my house in Vermont, alone at night. I picked up two stones just in case, but I wasn't afraid of him. I felt a hunter's exhilaration and a brotherly feeling.
childhood periods
There were periods during my childhood when I stammered so badly I couldn't talk at all.
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Once I climbed into a mountain lion's cage and she bounded at me and put her paw on my face, but she kept her claws withdrawn.
writing chemistry biology
Indeed, if "biology is chemistry with history," as somebody has said, then nature writing is biology with love.
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.
witness
A writer's work is to witness things.
horse solitude clip
Poetry is engendered in solitude, so what better meter for it than the clip of a buckskin horse?