Running with dogs is like dancing with winter

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.

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

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

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.

Read like a wolf eats and write every day. Every. Single. Day.

Books make me feel safe. Books make me feel normal.