Jenifer Pruim

“Shall we be honest about this? The mind needs wild animals. The body needs the trek that takes it looking for them.”
― Ellen Meloy, Eating Stone: Imagination and the Loss of the Wild

“You'd try to look elsewhere but you wouldn't be able to help yourself, and you'd look back again. Because there was something going on. There was some sort of special air around this person. Or a special light?
Yes. That was it.
If you just came in this crummy Lavomatic on the avenue de La Bourdonnais on December twenty-ninth at five o'clock in the afternoon and you saw this figure in the dreary neon lights, this is exactly what you would say to yourself: Holy shit. An angel.

Camille raised her eyes just then, saw him, did not react right away as if she had not recognized him, then finally smiled. A very faint smile, a slight brilliance, a little sign of recognition among regulars.
"Got your wings in there?" he asked, pointing to her bag.
"Sorry?"
"Nah, nothing.”
― Anna Gavalda, Hunting and Gathering

“The bugle call of a bull elk in a high mountain basin, the haunting voice of a screech owl on a moonlit night, the song of a white-throated sparrow on a cold winter's morning, or the resounding call of a wild turkey gobbler in spring - there are a certain few sounds in nature that seem to symbolize true wilderness. A gentle north wind moving through a remote forest of longleaf pine on a clear winter's day is one of those voices that stirs something deep inside of us. The grandest organ in the greatest cathedral is but a moan in the darkness by comparison.”
― Joe Hutto, Illumination in the Flatwoods: A Season With The Wild Turkey

“You think they're like your pencils? That they get worn down if you use them?"
"What?"
"Feelings.”
― Anna Gavalda, Hunting and Gathering