The place to improve the world is first in one’s own heart and head and hands, and then work outward from there.
— Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values (via wordsnquotes)
Ask her what she craved, and she’d get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music. Plants and the seasons. Also freedom.
— Charles Frazier, Nightwoods (via likearegularbookworm)
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
— Margaret Atwood (via gallowsrun)