Wendell Berry
Wendell Berry
Wendell E. Berryis an American novelist, poet, environmental activist, cultural critic, and farmer. A prolific author, he has written many novels, short stories, poems, and essays. He is an elected member of the Fellowship of Southern Writers, a recipient of The National Humanities Medal, and the Jefferson Lecturer for 2012. He is also a 2013 Fellow of The American Academy of Arts and Sciences. Berry was named the recipient of the 2013 Richard C. Holbrooke Distinguished Achievement Award. On January...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth5 August 1934
CityHenry County, KY
CountryUnited States of America
For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
How do we submit? By not being radical enough. Or by not being thorough enough, which is the same thing.
Some of the best things I have ever thought of I have thought of during bad sermons.
Praise ignorance, for what man has not encountered he has not destroyed.
The teachers are everywhere. What is wanted is a learner.
Waking up from a dream of violence is much the same as waking up from a dream of love. You must go on living your life.
In health the flesh is graced, the holy enters the world.
The life we want is not merely the one we have chosen and made. It is the one we must be choosing and making
If you start a conversation with the assumption that you are right or that you must win, obviously it is difficult to talk.
Rural poverty happens because people aren't being paid to take adequate care of their places. There's lots of work to do here. And you can't afford to pay anybody to do it! If you depress the price of the products of the place below a certain level, people can't afford to maintain it. And that's the rural dilemma.
You can best serve civilization by being against what usually passes for it.
Unless you absolutely have got to do it, don’t buy anything new.
One of the most important resources that a garden makes available for use, is the gardener's own body. A garden gives the body the dignity of working in its own support. It is a way of rejoining the human race.
I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods.