“Listen. Look. Desire is a house. Desire needs closed space. Desire runs out of doors or windows, or slats or pinpricks, it can’t fit under the sky, too large. Close the doors. Close the windows. As soon as you laugh from nerves or make a joke or say something just to say something or get all involved with the bushes, then you blow open a window in your house of desire and it can’t heat up as well. Cold draft comes in.” NeedsWellsLooksRunningDesireHouseSpaceLaughingDoorsSkyColdInvolvedFitJokesWindowBlowHeatNerves Author:Aimee Bender
“We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us. Our flesh-and-bone tabernacle seems transparent as glass to the beauty about us, as if truly an inseparable part of it, thrilling with the air and trees, streams and rocks, in the waves of the sun,-a part of all nature, neither old nor young, sick nor well, but immortal.” IfsWellsSeemsYoungScienceNatureSunAirTreeRocksMountainSickGlassesWaveBonesFleshEnthusiasmCellsStreamsImmortalNervesFillingThrillingTransparentInseparableQuiverKindling Book:John Muir: Nature Writings Source: John Muir: Nature Writings