She was beautiful in a way that only wild things can be beautiful.
You can take the man out of the woods, but you can't take the woods out of the man.
I sail, run dogs, ride horses, play professional poker and tell stories about the stuff I've been through. And I'm still a romantic; I still want Bambi to make it out of the fire.
Adults are locked into car payments and divorces and work. They haven't got time to think fresh.
And the last thought he had that morning as he closed his eyes was: I hope the tornado hit the moose.
The essence of war is insanity. Destruction, death, women widowed, children orphaned, lands plundered, property destroyed, lives decimated - it's all bad.
I spent uncounted hours sitting at the bow looking at the water and the sky, studying each wave, different from the last, seeing how it caught the light, the air, the wind; watching patterns, the sweep of it all, and letting it take me. The sea.
I read like a wolf eats. I read myself to sleep every night.
School didn't work for me. I hated it.
It was as though I had been dying of thirst and the librarian had handed me a five gallon bucket of water. I drank and drank. The only reason I am here and not in prison is because of that woman. I was a loser, but she showed me the power of reading.
I tried to contain myself... but I escaped!
Name the book that made the biggest impression on you. I bet you read it before you hit puberty. In the time I've got left, I intend to write artistic books - for kids - because they're still open to new ideas.
Things seemed to go back and forth between reality and imagination--except that it was all reality.
Personal inspection at zero altitude. The stories come from my life - if not my own experiences, then about topics and subjects that interest me.
He did not know how long it took, but later he looked back on this time of crying in the corner of the dark cave and thought of it as when he learned the most important rule of survival, which was that feeling sorry for yourself didn't work. It wasn't just that it was wrong to do, or that it was considered incorrect. It was more than that--it didn't work.
Books make me feel safe. Books make me feel normal.
We make a mistake in thinking we own pets - the animals open their lives up and make us a part of them.
A book is a friend. You can never have too many.
Do what you can as you can. Trouble, problems, will come no matter what you do , and you must respond as they come.
Patience, he thought. So much of this was patience - waiting, and thinking and doing things right. So much of all this, so much of all living was patience and thinking.
If books could have more, give more, be more, show more, they would still need readers who bring to them sound and smell and light and all the rest that can't be in books. The book needs you.
I owe everything I am and everything I will ever be to books.
...this beginning motion, this first time when a sail truly filled and the boat took life and knifed across the lake under perfect control, this was so beautiful it stopped my breath...
Running with dogs is like dancing with winter
Initially, he worried that he might be going crazy. But then he decided if you felt you were crazy you weren't really crazy because he had heard somewhere that crazy people didn't know they were insane.
I can't rightly say where deciding to write about the American Revolution came from; I had bits and pieces of information about the war and about the country at that time that I'd collected over the years and, of course, I'm comfortable in the woods, so, finally, it just all feel into place.
That's all it took to solve problems - just sense.
When he sat alone in the darkness and cried and was done, all done with it, nothing had changed. His leg still hurt, it was still dark, he was still alone and the self-pity had accomplished nothing.
Stories are like a river that flows - you dip a bucket in it
He could not play the game without hope; could not play the game without a dream. They had taken it all away from him now, they had turned away from him and there was nothing for him now...He was alone and there was nothing for him.
He had to keep thinking of them because if he forgot them and did not think of them they might forget about him. And he had to keep hoping.
The person who reads can bail, but the person who doesn't fails.
This is going to be murder," Fransic whispered to Mr. Trimes. "Pure murder." "I'm glad to see your confidence returning, Mr. Tucket. Just a few minutes ago you were ready to give up. Now you're talking about killing him." "I meant it the other way." "Oh.