Quotes from William Kittredge

Don't worry about meaning. If a story's any good, it can't help but have meaning. Let the PhDs tell you what your story means.

We tell stories to talk out the trouble in our lives, trouble otherwise so often so unspeakable. It is one of our main ways of making our lives sensible. Trying to live without stories can make us crazy. They help us recognize what we believe to be most valuable in the world, and help us identify what we hold demonic.

I had discovered a terrible vulnerability I myself which I think of not as cowardliness but as an ability to imagine too much.

How do you go to your own house when something has gone bad on the inside, when it doesn't seem like your place to live anymore, when you almost cannot recall living there although it was the place you mostly ate and slept for all your grown-up life? Try to remember two or three things about living there. Try to remember cooking one meal.

We must define a story which encourages us to make use of the place where we live without killing it, and we must understand that the living world cannot be replicated. There will never be another setup like the one in which we thrived. Ruin it and we will have lost ourselves, and that is craziness.

We must define a story which encourages us to make use of the place where we live without killing it, and we must understand that the living world cannot be replicated.

Sometimes there is no choice but to walk into your own house. Far away, you think, and you do not want to see. You come home and you say do not tell me. You say, I have hunted the elk all over the snowfields of the Selway, and I do not want to know what happened here. And then there is a morning you walk in and take a look in your own house, like any traveler.

They knew bullshit, and they knew about the ruling class; dying for a ruling class cause was almost always bullshit.

We need to give some time to the arts of cherishing the things we adore, before they simply vanish. Maybe it will be like learning a skill: how to live in paradise.

One of finest evocations of life in Western America in recent memory... Powerful and profoundly moving.

The specific danger is us; we are rampant; this earth is our only friend; we are destroying it increment by increment at a horrific rate. We must understand that we can't buy it back.

I had discovered a terrible vulnerability I myself which I think of not as cowardliness but as an ability to imagine too much.

Writing is a funny business. You sit in your room and listen to voices and write everything down. What kind of a profession is that?