Quotes by : Barry López

For so many centuries, the exchange of gifts has held us together. It has made it possible to bridge....

To inquire into the intricacies of a distant landscape, then, is to provoke thoughts about one’s own....

No culture has yet solved the dilemma each has faced with the growth of a conscious mind: how to live....

I could not give up either of these worlds, neither the book I am holding nor the gleaming forest, though....

Over the years, one comes to measure a place, too, not just for the beauty it may give, the balminess....

Every story is an act of trust between a writer and a reader: each story, in the end, is social. Whatever....

An oceanic expanse of pre-dawn gray white below obscures a checkered grid of Saskatchewan, a snow plain....

Imagine a forty-five-year-old male fifty feet long, a slim, shiny black animal cutting the surface of....

I think of two landscapes- one outside the self, the other within. The external landscape is the one....

One learns a landscape finally not by knowing the name or identity of everything in it, but by perceiving....