Gary Paulsen Quotes

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.

And The Last Thought He Had That Morning As He Closed His Eyes Was: I Hope The Tornado Hit The Moose.

Running With Dogs Is Like Dancing With Winter

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.

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.

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.

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.

I Am Happiest In The Brush And By Myself - Whether That's The Woods Of Northern Minnesota Or The Wilds Of Alaska Behind A Dogteam, Picking Through The Foothills Of The Mountains By My Ranch In New Mexico On Horseback, Or On The Ship Of My Sailboat On The Pacific - So I Guess It Made Sense To Me That Both Brian And Samuel Would Find Their Challenges And Adventures, If That's What You Call Them, In The Woods.

Adults Are Locked Into Car Payments And Divorces And Work. They Haven't Got Time To Think Fresh.

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.

I Read Like A Wolf Eats. I Read Myself To Sleep Every Night.

She Was Brilliant And Joyous And She Believed- Probably Correctly- That Libraries Contain The Answers To All Things, To Everything, And That If You Can't Find The Information You Seek In The Library, Then Such Information Probably Doesn't Exist In This Or Any Parallel Universe Now Or Ever To Be Known. She Was Thoughtful And Kind And She Always Believed The Best Of Everybody. She Was, Above All Else, A Master Librarian And She Knew Where To Find Any Book On Any Subject In The Shortest Possible Time. And She Was Wonderfully Unhinged.