Birthdays are ghost bounty hunters that track you down to ask, "Q... by Jim Harrison

Birthdays are ghost bounty hunters that track you down to ask, "Que pasa, baby?

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The simple act of opening a bottle of wine has brought more happiness to the human race than all the collective governments in the history of earth

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Barring love I'll take my life in large doses alone--rivers, fore... by Jim Harrison

Barring love I'll take my life in large doses alone--rivers, forests, fish, grouse, mountains. Dogs.

mountain dog rivers

The wilderness does not make you forget your normal life so much as it removes the distractions for proper remembering.

lakes inspirational travel

The danger of civilization, of course, is that you will piss away... by Jim Harrison

The danger of civilization, of course, is that you will piss away your life on nonsense.

nonsense danger civilization

In a life properly lived, you're a river. by Jim Harrison

In a life properly lived, you're a river.

rivers

Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends.

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Fishing makes us less the hostages to the horrors of making a liv... by Jim Harrison

Fishing makes us less the hostages to the horrors of making a living.

hostage horror fishing

I did not want to live out my life in the strenuous effort to hold a ghost world together. It was plain as the stars that time herself moved in grand tidal sweeps rather than the tick-tocks we suffocate within, and that I must reshape myself to fully inhabit the earth rather than dawdle in the sump of my foibles.

effort stars together

Beware, O wanderer, the road is walking too. by Jim Harrison

Beware, O wanderer, the road is walking too.

wanderers walking

I would rather give full vent to all human loves and disappointments, and take a chance on being corny, than die a smartass.

risk disappointment giving

Death steals everything except our stories. by Jim Harrison

Death steals everything except our stories.

stealing stories

I remember my grandfather telling me how each of us must live wit... by Jim Harrison

I remember my grandfather telling me how each of us must live with a

being-alone passion loneliness

I'm hoping to be astonished tomorrow by I don't know what. by Jim Harrison

I'm hoping to be astonished tomorrow by I don't know what.

tomorrow knows

Life is sentimental. Why should I be cold and hard about it? That's the main content. The biggest thing in people's lives is their loves and dreams and visions, you know.

vision dream people

We Are All One. When we allow ourselves to become aware of this statement in its purest form, we open the doors to reveal the oneness of being. Using the process of conscious evolution we begin to recognise our true underlying identity, for once we have glimpsed the existence of this realm, we then begin to reveal what it is . . . . our true natural state.

oneness doors men

The world that used to nurse us now keeps shouting inane instructions. That's why I ran to the woods.

woods nurse world

Poetry at its best is the language your soul would speak if you c... by Jim Harrison

Poetry at its best is the language your soul would speak if you could teach your soul to speak.

language speak soul

This infantile sense of order tended to infect my life at large. Up at 5:30 a.m., coffee, oatmeal, perhaps sausage (homemade), and fresh eggs giving one of the yolks to Lola. Listening to NPR and grieving more recently over the absence of Bob Edwards who was the sound of morning as surely as birds. Reading a paragraph or two of Emerson or Loren Eiseley to raise the level of my thinking. Going out to feed the cattle if it was during our six months of bad weather.

coffee reading morning

One of the curious effects of a bad hangover is that you think you're wrong whether you are or not. Not wrong in particulars, but wrong in general, wrong about everything.

hangover alcohol thinking

I was a dog on a short chain / and now there's no chain. by Jim Harrison

I was a dog on a short chain / and now there's no chain.

chains freedom dog