Books Make Me Feel Safe. Books Make

I Tried To Contain Myself... But I Escaped!

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.

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.

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.

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.