Wallace Stegner
Wallace Stegner
Wallace Earle Stegnerwas an American novelist, short story writer, environmentalist, and historian, often called "The Dean of Western Writers". He won the Pulitzer Prize in 1972 and the U.S. National Book Award in 1977...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionHistorian
Date of Birth18 February 1909
CountryUnited States of America
country air organization
Thanks to the growing strength of environmental organizations, there will always be some back country to provide us with a touch of wonder and a breath of fresh air.
who-we-are ifs knows
If we don't know where we are, we don't know who we are.
roots long grows
Values, both those that we approve and those that we don't, have roots as deep as creosote rings, and live as long and grow as slowly
death pain book
Death is a convention, a certification to the end of pain, something for the vital statistics book, not binding upon anyone but the keepers of graveyard records.
husband wife apologetic
[I]t is dangerous for a bride to be apologetic about her husband.
yarn fiction legends
No place is a place until things that have happened in it are remembered in history, ballads, yarns, legends, or monuments. Fictions serve as well as facts.
past clock
No life goes past so swiftly as an eventless one, no clock spins like a clock whose days are all alike.
inspirational motivational education
Expose a child to a particular environment at this susceptible time and he will perceive in the shapes of that environment until he dies.
men thinking people
It is the abiding concern of thinking people to preserve what keeps men human-to save our contact with nature of which we are a part.
teacher fall sight
Homesickness is a great teacher. It taught me, during an endless rainy fall, that I came from the arid lands, and like where I came from. I was used to dry clarity and sharpness in the air. I was used to horizons that either lifted into jagged ranges or rimmed the geometrical circle of the flat world. I was used to seeing a long way. I was used to earth colors--tan, rusty red, toned white--and the endless green of Iowa offended me. I was used to a sun that came up over mountains and went down behind other mountains. I missed the color and smell of sagebrush, and the sight of bare ground.
morning pieces mines
This early piece of the morning is mine.
thinking vanity light
Is that the basis of friendship? Is it as reactive as that? Do we respond only to people who seem to find us interesting?... Do we all buzz or ring or light up when people press our vanity buttons, and only then? Can I think of anyone in my whole life whom I have liked without his first showing signs of liking me?
mistake thinking easy
it is an easy mistake to think that non-talkers are non-feelers.
writing make-sense
We write to make sense of it all.