Stories Are Like A River

That's All It Took To Solve Problems - Just Sense.

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

Stories Are Like A River That Flows - You Dip A Bucket In It

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 Needs You.

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.