I must say this now about that first fire. It was magic. Out of dead tinder and grass and sticks came a live warm light. It cracked and snapped and smoked and filled the woods with brightness. It lighted the trees and made them warm and friendly. It stood tall and bright and held back the night.
Jean Craighead GeorgeWe humans will never know how meadows or mountains smell, but deer and horses and pigs do. Bando sniffs deeply and shakes his head. We were left out when it comes to smelling things, he says. I would love to be able to smell a mountain and follow my nose to it.
Jean Craighead GeorgeThat is the greatest gift my books have given me; what it means and has done for the kids.
Jean Craighead GeorgeTo be a writer you should read, write and talk to people, hear their knowledge, hear their problems. Be a good listener. The rest will come.
Jean Craighead George