Rick Berdelle

“I became the pit of the fruit that had once been me, my meat eaten slowly, bite by fleshy bite.”
― Julia Fine, What Should Be Wild

“Above him, around him, the elder dreams of soil. Dreams of glassy, glinting snow. Dreams of its own greatness - taller, wider, more light. It knows nothing of self-sabotage, regret, or restitution.”
― Julia Fine, What Should Be Wild

“Here I was, pondering the incongruity of being a mother and an academic, of devoting oneself to two projects, which is to say living a life, which is, I guess, no incongruity at all. Merely living, merely choosing, in each moment, who and what to which you will attend. The Latin, atendere, means to stretch.”
― Julia Fine, The Upstairs House

“Imagine all your life the earth is green and brown and quiet. Your days pass slowly. You celebrate the sun. All magic is of trees and dappled shadows, all mountains peaked eruptions from an old ancestral earth, a ground so sacred there has been no cause to name it.”
― Julia Fine, What Should Be Wild