Nathaniel Philbrick Quotes

I grew up outside of Boston in a town called Manchester by the Sea, and we spent our summers in Nantucket.

Shetland is the most remote place in the U.K. It's a part our country, but completely unique. It might be British, but it's closer to Norway than to Edinburgh, and it feels very different from the mainland.

Instead of being a page-turner, 'Moby-Dick' is a repository of American history and culture and the essentials of Western literature. The book is so encyclopedic that space aliens could use it to re-create the whale fishery as it once existed on the planet Earth in the midst of the 19th century.

I grew up on a tiny little island.

I know that not many people can go to the Marshall Islands. It is really one of the most remote places on earth.

What else can you expect from a town thats shut off from the world by the ocean on one side and New Jersey on the other?

No woman has ever stepped on Little America - and we have found it to be the most silent and peaceful place in the world.

I'm a thousand miles from nowhere, time don't matter to me. I'm a thousand miles from nowhere and there's not place that I want to be.

He was falling between glacial walls, he didn't know how anyone could fall so far away from everyone else in the world. So far to fall, so cold all the way, so steep and dark between those morphine-coloured walls.

Zuleika, on a desert island, would have spent most of her time in looking for a man's footprint.

It is really so nice here-country-busy-busy with so many different kinds of things-... I must say I feel far away in another world here-... always we go to a new place...the people have a kind of gentleness that isn't usual on the mainland.

There is something about silence and being in the middle of nowhere that is really very attractive.

For me when I was growing up, some of the happiest times were when we went to a small island called Nantucket off Massachusetts.

I don't know why I just remembered this, and I haven't told anybody this, but we were shooting in Canyon de Chelly and we were so far up the canyon. Once we were up there, we were up there. There was no going back to your trailers.

Loneliness is an aspect of the land.

In the bare room under the old library on the hill in the town at the tip of the small peninsula on the cold island so far from everything else, I lived among strangers and birds.

So it always is: when you escape to a desert the silence shouts in your ear.

It was as if when I looked into his eyes I was standing alone on the edge of the world...on a windswept ocean beach. There was nothing but the soft roar of the waves.

Miles from nowhere. Guess I'll take my time.

In the middle of the woods Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. Two old chairs and half a candle, One old jug without a handle- These were all the worldly goods.

I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing.”.

No man is an island, but some of us are long peninsulas.

It occurred to me that no matter where I lived, geography could not save me.