There were periods during my childhood when I stammered so badly I couldn't talk at all. Edward Hoagland More Quotes by Edward Hoagland More Quotes From Edward Hoagland Men greet each other with a sock on the arm, women with a hug, and the hug wears better in the long run. Edward Hoagland women running hands If a walker is indeed an individualist there is nowhere he can't go at dawn and not many places he can't go at noon. But just as it demeans life to live alongside a great river you can no longer swim in or drink from, to be crowded into safer areas and hours takes much of the gloss off walking - one sport you shouldn't have to reserve a time and a court for. Edward Hoagland journey rivers sports It would be hard to define chaos better than as a world where children decide they don't want to live. Edward Hoagland suicidal would-be children There often seems to be a playfulness to wise people, as if either their equanimity has as its source this playfulness or the playfulness flows from equanimity; and they can persuade other people who are in a state of agitation to calm down and smile. Edward Hoagland wisdom wise fun Men often compete with one another until the day they die. Comradeship consists of rubbing shoulders jocularly with a competitor. Edward Hoagland competition sports men If a person sings quietly to himself on the street people smile with approval; but if he talks it's not alright; they think he's crazy. The singer is presumed to be happy and the talker unhappy. Edward Hoagland philosophical crazy thinking 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. Edward Hoagland love believe past 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. Edward Hoagland dying earth god 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. Edward Hoagland play animal character A mountain with a wolf on it stands a little taller. Edward Hoagland mountain littles 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. Edward Hoagland vivid atheism religion 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. Edward Hoagland cities age summer City people try to buy time as a rule, when they can, whereas country people are prepared to kill time, although both try to cherish in their mind's eye the notion of a better life ahead. Edward Hoagland future time country Man is different from animals in that he speculates, a high-risk activity. Edward Hoagland risk animal men No birdcall is the musical equal of a clarinet blown with panache. Edward Hoagland panache clarinet musical Poetry is engendered in solitude, so what better meter for it than the clip of a buckskin horse? Edward Hoagland meter horse solitude We New Yorkers see more death and violence than most soldiers do, grow a thick chitin on our backs, grimace like a rat and learn to do a disappearing act. Long ago we outgrew the need to be blowhards about our masculinity; we leave that to the Alaskans and Texans, who have more time for it. Edward Hoagland long-ago soldier needs There are two kinds of writers: hustlers and sanctimonious hustlers. Edward Hoagland sanctimonious kind two Sophistication" is another word for that inventive mix of tolerance, resilience, and resourcefulness city people develop. Edward Hoagland tolerance cities people Black bears, though, are not fearsome. I encountered one on the road to my house in Vermont, alone at night. I picked up two stones just in case, but I wasn't afraid of him. I felt a hunter's exhilaration and a brotherly feeling. Edward Hoagland house night two
