The spirit of L.A. is untamed wilderness. It’s earthquakes and wildfires and oceans and mountain lions and fog. There’s great physical beauty.
We must go beyond textbooks, go out into the bypaths and untrodden depths of the wilderness and travel and explore and tell the world the glories of our journey.
I guess, as a conductor, one goes in and out of fashion. Your career starts with a bang, everyone thinks you’re wonderful, and then with middle age, something happens and you go into the wilderness.
I feel like I’m doing what I love. If I can get out, shoot, film and climb, and be with my friends and family, I’m happy. It doesn’t take a lot. I don’t need to climb huge mountains. I have a deep connection with wilderness and the environment, and I’m thankful for that.
The great social adventure of America is no longer the conquest of the wilderness but the absorption of fifty different peoples.
The idea of wilderness needs no defense, it only needs defenders.
Wilderness designations should not be the result of a quid pro quo. They should rise or fall on their own merits.
I realize the answer is not to create wilderness and walk away.
Bad as was being shot by some of our own troops in the battle of the Wilderness, – that was an honest mistake, one of the accidents of war, – being shot at, since the war, by many officers, was worse.
I have a number of places on my wish list, including Antarctica, the Norwegian fjords, and the Amazon. I have a passion for wilderness, and Siberia is on my list – however, that may be a bridge too far.
To act with a tennis ball and imagine it’s a tentacle, or if you’re in some kind of wilderness film and you go, ‘Okay, we can’t have a grizzly bear here, but imagine when you step over the rock there there’s a grizzly bear.’ I don’t know. They’re tough moments.
I do not connect fashion to elegance. Elegance is in the wilderness, and fashion is in the domestic.
We of America are especially fitted to visualize and to understand the marvellous transformation of a wilderness into a land of splendid cities.
A world without a proper day of rest is like a landscape without hedgerows, trees, or landmarks: a howling, featureless wilderness in which we incessantly seek pleasure because we cannot find happiness.
Until I carried my wife off to New Hampshire, she defined wilderness as the Bronx.
The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
Most of the time in the 21st century, we dominate our surroundings: We tweak the thermostat, and the temperature falls one degree. We push a button, and Taylor Swift sings for us. It’s the opposite in the wilderness, which teaches us constantly that we are not lords of the universe but rather building blocks of it.
The undisturbed coastal plain is home to a wide variety of plants and animals and is the only wilderness sanctuary in North America that protects a complete range of the arctic ecosystem.
I ended up in Colorado working in wilderness fire prevention. My job was to run around with a chainsaw and cut down trees during a blaze. It was really fun. When I first got out there, that’s when I realized how passable of a male I could be.
I go on a hunting safari at least once a year to Botswana, which is fantastic because we have a huge area of wilderness entirely to ourselves. My island covers roughly 55 acres, which again I have to myself, with nearly half a kilometre of private beach with my own jetties and boats.
If you spend time alone in the wilderness, you get very attuned to living things.
As United Nations patron of the wilderness, one of my roles is to report back from the Earth’s remaining wildernesses and to act as a voice for the wild.
I have never considered myself anything other than an environmentalist. I have spent the better part of my life either in the wilderness, or trying desperately to get there.
I did a lot of canoe tripping earlier on. I was on 10 trips, and I would get the feel of the forest and the wilderness, you know, that I always knew was in my soul to begin with.
As a philosopher, I’m not obliged to explore every unknown wilderness.
Sometimes, when I open my mouth, all hell breaks loose. Other times, I feel like a voice in the wilderness and I wonder, ‘Does anybody get this?’
It’s not like Alaska isn’t wilderness – it mostly is. But most Alaskans don’t live in the wild. They live on the edge of the wild in towns with schools and cable TV and stores and dentists and roller rinks sometimes. It’s just like anyplace else, only with mountains and moose.
I have spent time in many of the world’s popular wilderness locations and I would say Nepal should be proud. It is an example of man repairing the damage he has done.
Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit.
As long as I can remember, I had a strong interest in fishing, and my parents, even though they had never fished or camped, took us on canoe camping trips in the wilderness of Quetico Provincial Park in Ontario, Canada, where I could fish to my heart’s content.
The way one approaches a wilderness story is to fashion a quest – find something that you are truly interested in finding or discovering.
As soon as you step into the water, you are part of the food chain; you’re part of the wilderness. That’s why I like solo sailing. You can be macho, but at least you can be macho on your own.
I am not a conventionally religious man, but in the wilderness I have come closest to finding myself and knowing the universe and accepting God – by which I mean accepting all that I don’t know.
I don’t like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It’s just the wilderness instinct in me, I guess.
‘Hanna’ has grown up in mother nature’s beautiful wilderness and that’s what she knows. So for someone like me who has always had a life in the city, it was a chance to look beyond social conventions.
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