Books Make Me Feel Safe. Books Make

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.

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

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.

Books Make Me Feel Safe. Books Make Me Feel Normal.

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.