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
travel sometimes speed
To live is to see, and traveling sometimes speeds up the process.
loneliness avid columns
Our loneliness makes us avid column readers these days.
cities people tolerance
Sophistication" is another word for that inventive mix of tolerance, resilience, and resourcefulness city people develop.
summer believe doors
Summer is when we believe, all of a sudden, that if we just walked out the back door and kept on going long enough and far enough we would reach the Rocky Mountains.
writing chemistry biology
Indeed, if "biology is chemistry with history," as somebody has said, then nature writing is biology with love.
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.
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.
character animal play
Animals are stylized characters in a kind of old saga - stylized because even the most acute of them have little leeway as they play out their parts.
summer cities age
There is a time of life somewhere between the sullen fugues of adolescence and the retrenchments of middle age when human nature becomes so absolutely absorbing one wants to be in the city constantly, even at the height of summer.
religion vivid intense
It's incongruous that the older we get, the more likely we are to turn in the direction of religion. Less vivid and intense ourselves, closer to the grave, we begin to conceive of ourselves as immortal.
ocean order years
The novelist screws up his courage in order to invest another two or three years in another attempt to float a boat of original design upon an invented ocean.
sleep silence listening
Silence is exhilarating at first - as noise is - but there is a sweetness to silence outlasting exhilaration, akin to the sweetness of listening and the velvet of sleep.
love sleep knives
If two people are in love they can sleep on the blade of a knife.
running hurt animal
Animals used to provide a lowlife way to kill and get away with it, as they do still, but, more intriguingly, for some people they are an aperture through which wounds drain. The scapegoat of olden times, driven off for the bystanders sins, has become a tender thing, a running injury. There, running away is me: hurt it and you are hurting me.