Sky Time in Gray's River Quotes

“I've always felt there is something sacred in a piece of paper that travels the earth from hand to hand, head to head, heart to heart.”
― Robert Michael Pyle, Sky Time in Gray's River: Living for Keeps in a Forgotten Place

“We look up, if only to see if we're likely to be rained on. The sky calls attention to itself, whether scored by herons, cranes, or wires; illumined by sunsets, Perseids, or ballparks; broken up by the twigwork of oaks or maples, painted in rainbows, or just primed in the pale gray of my '52 Ford. If we are truthful, the sky is never neutral.”
― Robert Michael Pyle, Sky Time in Gray's River: Living for Keeps in a Forgotten Place

“Along with rising and falling water, winter is the province of wind. When the sea-breath and mountain-roar bend the hemlocks of these hills, the birds hang on as best they can.”
― Robert Michael Pyle, Sky Time in Gray's River: Living for Keeps in a Forgotten Place

“A day like this ... is almost too perfect to be legal.”
― Robert Michael Pyle, Sky Time in Gray's River: Living for Keeps in a Forgotten Place

“when that small Siberian bird fell out of the sky over Gray's River, not once but twice, he brought with him the sweetness of chance in any place, the certainty of wonder in all places. And if that's not grace, I don't know what it.”
― Robert Michael Pyle, Sky Time in Gray's River: Living for Keeps in a Forgotten Place

“Himalayans (blackberries) seize the land, gobbling acres, blanketing banks, consuming abandoned farmhouses and their Studebakers and anything left alone in the rain for five minutes or longer.”
― Robert Michael Pyle, Sky Time in Gray's River: Living for Keeps in a Forgotten Place

“The river has indeed become an inefficient conduit, but the same plaque that plugs this artery used to hold back the flow when it was soil in the hills. Now the land just bleeds when it rains.”
― Robert Michael Pyle, Sky Time in Gray's River: Living for Keeps in a Forgotten Place

“This sort of day makes indoor work seem shameful. So working outside, whether in the garden or the woods or on the front porch..., is a sacrament.”
― Robert Michael Pyle, Sky Time in Gray's River: Living for Keeps in a Forgotten Place