Margaret Craven quotes:

Past the village flowed the river, like time, like life itself, waiting for the swimmer to come again on his way to the climax of his adventurous life, and to the end for which he had been made.

There is a strange depression that hangs over every little town that is no longer in the mainstream of life.

If you grow up where a snow mountain lifts its proud crown on the home horizon, in some strange way it becomes a member of the family.

What a shame that Christianity had come here!If the white man had not intruded where he was not wanted, where he did not belong, even now protected by the mountains and the river,the village would have remained a last stronghold of a culture which was almost gone.Mark tried to say that no village,no culture can remain static. I have often thought that if this lively and magnificent land belongs to anyone,it's to the birds and the fish.They were here long before the first Indian and when the last man is gone from the Earth,it will be theirs again.

Here every bird and fish knew its course. Every tree had its own place upon this earth. Only man had lost his way.