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"...built on the bank of a river of clear water that ran along a bed of polished stones, which were white and enormous, like prehistoric eggs. The village had been kept so silent...and the world was so recent that many things lacked names, and in order to indicate them it was neccessary to point." --Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred years of Solitude

 

"Someone should see to it that this story is told. When he was a boy he looked like anything else, like the trees, like other people, like the horse. Sometimes he changed places with the horse. For a week at a time he was the horse and the horse was himself, and it went by unnoticed. It was harder on the horse, but the boy encouraged her and she did well at it. When the boy went to sleep in the hills he would become the wind or a bird or flying overhead. It was again harder on the horse, running to keep up, but the horse knew the boy would be a man someday and would no longer want to be a bird or the wind, or even a beautiful horse like herself, but himself. Above all, the horse trusted in time." --Barry Lopez, River Notes; The Falls.

 

"A chipewyan guide named Saltatha once asked a French preist what lay beyond the present life. 'Now tell me one more thing. Is it more beautiful than the country of the muskoxen in the summer, when sometimes the mist blows over the lakes, and sometimes that water is blue water, and the loons cry very often? That is beautiful. If heaven is still more beautiful, I will be glad. I will be content to rest here until I am very old.'" --Berry Lopez, Arctic Dreams