My life had become nothing to brag about, only something to survive, and for that I had no one to blame but myself

Idiot Wind

Peter Kaldheim

When I was a child in Scotland, I was fond of everything that was wild, and all my life I've been growing fonder and fonder of wild places and wild creatures.

The Story of My Boyhood and Youth

John Muir

Kagiso dealt in ideals; it had never occurred to him that others might trade in vengeance.

The Burning Land

George Alagiah

Names tell stories, especially place-names, and sometimes they even move, taking their history with them.

To the Island of Tides

Alistair Moffat

In a refugee camp, stories are everything. Everyone has one, having just slipped out from the grip of a nightmare.

The Ungrateful Refugee

Dina Nayeri

He was many men and no man at all. He was a hysterical little bundle of possibilities that could never come true.

The Man With the Golden Arm

Nelson Algren

It all had an irksome feeling of déjà vu. This had happened to me in a fashion before - but at least this time I had a working phone and we were below the snow-line.


Dan Richards

He sums things up, laying the hand over the cold, inert torso lying in the grass: this one's dead and I'm alive, so I'd better get out of here


Every morning when I wake up, I'm always surprised, sometimes crestfallen, to have been spat out again, tender and bruised and somehow a little less.


Remember this: if, in the act of creation, you find yourself, just for a moment, losing all sense of time and being lifted up into a great, all-embracing 'Yes!' . . . you have found the place where creation takes wing

Dancing with the Gods

Kent Nerburn

Do we have to be religious to be moral? Do we have to believe in God to be good? These questions may sound impertinent to people without a religion or clear belief in God who are trying to lead a good life.

Godless Morality

Richard Holloway

Was it the bourbon or the dye fumes that made the pink walls quiver like vaginal lips?

Suicide Blonde

Darcey Steinke

A dark extravagant shape slowly detached itself from the grey overall of sea and sky . . .

Island on the Edge of the World

Charles MacLean

‘You said the War ended decades ago.’ The angel darkens to a silhouette. Ice crystals form in the vapour rising from his shoulders, hardening into wings. ‘Oh Hagar.’ His voice shrinks to a whisper. ‘War doesn’t end. It sleeps.'

The Ice House

Tim Clare

I do not know how she has survived until now. I do not know how I have survived either, come to think of it. I have just kept going. I have paid the right price. I have continued to live. Now, we will survive together. I will be her Mother, and she will be my Monster.

My Name Is Monster

Katie Hale

The sea, as the Baron saw from the geographer's charts, was far away. But above all – he saw in his dreams – it was terrible, exaggeratedly beautiful, terribly powerful, inhuman and inmical: marvellous.

Ocean Sea

The ultimate touchstone of friendship is not improvement, neither of the other nor the self, the ultimate touchstone is witness, th privilege of having been seen by someone and the equal privilege of being granted the sight of the essence of another.


David Whyte

I, Dr Whytlaw III, the first and last word on white people, the alpha and omega of the White Man, will usher you safely through the woods. Have no fear. Walk with me.

Think Like a White Man

Dr Boulé Whytelaw III & Nels Abbey

When Aada started her new school, the pixie came too. But this school was a place, where it was hard to be true.

The Truth Pixie Goes to School

Matt Haig