Fiona Bruce Quotes

And all around is the desert; a corner of the mournful kingdom of sand.

The desert is no longer a landscape, it is a pure form produced by the abstraction of all others.

The island Mayo is generally barren, being dry, as I said; and the best of it is but a very indifferent soil.

Nothing the desert produces expresses it better than the unhappy growth of the tree yuccas.

I love the beige, tan, stucco world where the sun bleaches things out to the point that it can look somewhat ugly.

The canyon country does not always inspire love. To many it appears barren, hostile, repellent - a fearsome mostly waterless land of rock and heat, sand dunes and quicksand, cactus, thornbrush, scorpion, rattlesnake, and agaraphobic distances. To those who see our land in that manner, the best reply is, yes, you are right, it is a dangerous and terrible place. Enter at your own risk. Carry water. Avoid the noonday sun. Try to ignore the vultures. Pray frequently.

The desert is a capricious lady, and sometimes she drives men crazy.

Australia's arid western region, from the town of Alice Springs to the Indian Ocean coast, is a beautiful, haunting, but largely empty land. Dominated by the harsh, almost uninhabited Great Sandy and Gibson deserts, the region is known only to Australian Aborigines, a handful of white settlers, and the few travelers who motor across it.

What really grabs me about living in Tucson is the color beige.

Arizona is gorgeous. The sunshine in Arizona is gorgeous red.

I've always loved the desert. I've spent most of my life in the Southwest. It's certainly influenced my work. I used to dream about it when I was young.

I don't see the desert as barren at all; I see it as full and ripe. It doesn't need to be flattered with rain. It certainly needs rain, but it does with what it has, and creates amazing beauty.

I always thought the desert was the antithesis of peace - something that attacks you. So you don't go to the desert for peace.

The vast sage desert undulates with almost imperceptible tides like the oceans.

We were just covered in dirt the whole time. It was so hot - and that was in winter. I can not imagine what it's like in summer and how the people who actually live out there survive.

The outside world thinks that this country consists of a man and a desert.

What makes Burning Man special is the location: a 9-mile circle of gypsum, an ancient dried ocean bed. The ground is like a flat crust with no plants or insects, a perfect outdoor gallery for monumental interactive sculpture and architecture.

It is said the boundless steppes of Asia gave flight to tales of heroes and heroines because the conditions there are so harsh.

I never tire of the drive from Phoenix to San Diego, and it is mostly desert, obviously, but you get different varieties of desert terrain.

How are we to live with the desert, in the desert, within the desert?

My favorite place to go is Zabriskie Point in Death Valley. If you see it at sunrise and sunset, it's like you're on Mars.

The Mojave is a big desert and a frightening one. It’s as though nature tested a man for endurance and constancy to prove whether he was good enough to get to California.

I climbed a path and from the top looked up-stream towards Chile. I could see the river, glinting and sliding through the bone-white cliffs with strips of emerald cultivation either side. Away from the cliffs was the desert. There was no sound but the wind, whirring through thorns and whistling through dead grass, and no other sign of life but a hawk, and a black beetle easing over white stones.

A desert blessing, an ocean curse.

Dawn rose from the desert and turned the river to wine.