|Born||Barry Holstun Lopez
January 6, 1945
Port Chester, New York
|Genre||Fiction, non-fiction, short story, essay|
|Literary movement||humanitarian, environmentalist|
|Notable works||Arctic Dreams, Of Wolves and Men|
My function as a writer is to provide an atmosphere in which people can think wisely about what we're doing on this planet.
When I sit at that typewriter, I have to be frightened of what I'm trying to do. I'm frightened by my own belief that I can actually get a story down on paper.
My faith is in my colleagues. And when I meet other writers, journalists, who've been doing this for a long time, trying to make us aware of what it is that we're living in, I put my faith in those people.
People think that if you've written a book and somebody's given you a pat on the back then, you know, it's all – you're all settled, you know? You're going to be fine. I know that if I'm not confused, and really afraid, my work isn't going to be any good.
We simply do not understand our place in the universe and have not the courage to admit it.