I owe everything I am and everything I will ever be to books.

She was beautiful in a way that only wild things can be beautiful.

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.

The book is that is the good one is Woodsong and we are trying to finish it.

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...

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...

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...

I tried to contain myself… but I escaped!

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...

And the last thought he had that morning as he closed his eyes was: I hope the tornado hit the moose.

…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…

This is the final book about Brian

All the luck in the world has to come every year, in every part of every year, or there is not a harvest and then the luck, the bad luck will come and everything we...

Why do I read?I just can’t help myself.I read to learn and to grow, to laugh and to be motivated.I read to understand things I’ve never been exposed to.I read when I’m crabby, when I’ve...