Robin Coste Lewis Quotes

It is one thing to hear about the forest and the river, but an entirely other experience to go there, to see the environment, and to appreciate the natural riches there first-hand.

If I do something that depresses, it's not because I'm depressed, but because political life and history is depressing.

If you live in the mountains, you long for the trees and the lakes.

A year is an eternity in politics - though less than a moment in history.

As readers can probably tell from my books, I love the outdoors.

I like the outdoors.

It is easy to be inspired by history when you're living in a part of it and allow that to seep into your writing: having said that, a minimalist room with no distractions is often better; the most exciting visions should already be in your head.

Events rather than politicians have put important issues on the table.

Nature. That's the one thing that tips the balance in terms of living here in California. Within minutes, I can be in a desert, at the ocean, in a park, and that's the most nourishing food for my soul.

There are grave misgivings that the discussion on ecology may be designed to distract attention from the problems of war and poverty.

I'm fortunate to live in Wyoming, one of the most beautiful, pristine places in the world.

From an early age, Yosemite became the centre of my universe. I've been going every summer since I was a child. I love everything about that place: waterfalls, high-quality rock, history.

I just love the outdoors!

I have been naturally inclined towards mountains, trees, flowers, and rivers.

We have learned from history that change is never easy, that it usually doesn't look pretty, especially in today's politically-charged environment where intent and actions can readily be misconstrued and judged.

Nature is where I feel most comfortable; it's where I find my balance. I would like my kids and all future generations to have the chance to experience nature as I did.

I always look outside.

I knew my destiny when I first experienced Yosemite.

Today, we must realize that nature is revealed in the simplest meadow, wood lot, marsh, stream, or tidepool, as well as in the remote grandeur of our parks and wilderness areas.

Politics in the middle of things of the imagination is like a pistol shot in the middle of a concert.

The wilderness is near as well as dear to every man. Even the oldest villages are indebted to the border of wild wood which surrounds them, more than to the gardens of men. There is something indescribably inspiriting and beautiful in the aspect of the forest skirting and occasionally jutting into the midst of new towns, which, like the sand-heaps of fresh fox-burrows, have sprung up in their midst. The very uprightness of the pines and maples asserts the ancient rectitude and vigor of nature. Our lives need the relief of such a background, where the pine flourishes and the jay still screams.

Indeed, if "biology is chemistry with history," as somebody has said, then nature writing is biology with love.

Don't be led away by those howls about realism. Remember-pine woods are just as real as pigsties and a darn sight pleasanter to be in.

One day's exposure to mountains is better than a cartload of books.

Nature, like Maimonides said, is mainly a good place to throw beer cans on Sunday afternoons.