Quotes by : Robert Michael Pyle

I thought of a sign I had seen... another scary time, when I was two hundred feet up in a giant karri....

when that small Siberian bird fell out of the sky over Gray's River, not once but twice, he brought with....

We look up, if only to see if we're likely to be rained on. The sky calls attention to itself, whether....

still other winters average their rain months into a long, cold season of relentless sog and little color.....

Along with rising and falling water, winter is the province of wind. When the sea-breath and mountain-roar....

It is the gift of stories that most repays life among settled people.