Craig Childs Quotes

• En el desierto, los dos elementos principales son la piedra y el agua. La piedra abunda, expuesta a la intemperie y a la falta de vegetación. Es un lienzo. El agua atraviesa esta piedra con tal rareza y ferocidad que cuenta todos sus secretos en las formas que deja tras de sí.

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  Two, Water, Secret

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• Hay dos formas fáciles de morir en el desierto: la sed y el ahogamiento.

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  Two, Desert, Way

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• The land is not old. It only changes, becoming one thing and the next. We are the ones who ascribe age, the brevity of our lives demanding a beginning, middle and end.

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  Becoming One, Land, Age

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• Old customs are easy to forget with the flashing of events in our lives. Easy to forget, like the heavy clothing we once wore to survive the winters. It is an old custom, the handing down of things. A good knife, a well-made pipe, a heavy robe. Tradition falls prey to constant change, and creativity becomes so revered that the past is a relic, only to be admired. But in this coat, I was held to the earth, pulled to the past by its weight.

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  Fall, Creativity, Winter

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• La mayoría de los animales se dejan ver poco. El oso pardo pesa entre doscientos y doscientos kilos de petulancia. No necesita esconderse. Si fuera una persona, se reiría a carcajadas en restaurantes tranquilos, se pondría la ropa equivocada en ocasiones especiales y probablemente jugaría al hockey.

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  Hockey, Animal, Eight

  Craig Childs (1997). “Crossing Paths: Uncommon Encounters with Animals in the Wild”, Sasquatch Books

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• There is a drop of blood in the snow before me.... The coyote... is in estrus.... spurred to let out a bit of herself, sending a message, telling everyone she was now ready, that the clock of her winter was ticking toward spring.

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  Spring, Winter, Blood

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• On numerous visits to Manhattan, I have found myself poking around the city trying to find a moment of quiet and once located a hint of it in Central Park during a windless, late-night snowfall. There I stood absolutely still in the lemon glow of the city, a sky full of snow. The city still roared from all sides, a thousand noises compressed down to just one. I counted that distant, mild roar as quiet, a welcome relief from the more pressing noises of the daytime city.

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  Noche, Cielo, Ciudades

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