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“The sky was as dark as it had ever been. Frozen, exhausted, and out of breath, they fumbled forward together once more. In the end, all they had done was cross from one kind of desolation to another.”
― Joe Meno, Between Everything and Nothing

“I often tell students that we should aspire to be amanuenses to the land: to let the land speak (in all its voices, human and otherwise), then take dictation, and try to get some of the words right.

“How do you know when you get the words right?” they ask.

“You know,” I reply. When we do, the leaves not only speak; they positively sing.”
― Robert Michael Pyle, Nature Matrix: New and Selected Essays

“If a member of the military can be killed and left in the road, in front of his own house, then who will be safe in this country?”
― Joe Meno, Between Everything and Nothing

“How painful and absurd, this fantasy that your own
labors might in turn be redeemed by strangers centuries and perhaps continents away who would need to hear what you had to whisper, this delusion that you were doing anything other than babbling because you like the sounds it makes, like a child blowing bubbles into milk.”
― Ben Ehrenreich, Desert Notebooks: A Road Map for the End of Time