Quotes from W. Bruce Cameron

That's how life is. Some dogs get treats for doing almost nothing, and some dogs are good dogs and get no treats at all.

The Kalkaska nightscape is dotted with places where the oil companies have punched holes in the sandy soil to get at the petroleum and are burning off excess natural gas in waste flames, which must make the environmentalists just giddy.

I was curled up on the floor, with Felix the kitty sleeping up against me. I'd given up trying to shove him away; Felix apparently thought I was his mother, which was insulting, but he was a cat and therefore, in my opinion, completely brainless.

I wrote the first novel in the A Dog's Purpose series to convince my then girlfriend, Cathryn Michon, that despite the pain of losing her dog Ellie, we should adopt a puppy. (It worked: we brought little Tucker into our family, and Cathryn liked the story so much she married me!)

The little chipmunk was safe! Not that it was paying any attention. It was so busy digging for nuts, it had never once bothered to look up at the sky. That's just one of the many differences between squirrels and dogs: a dog always knows what is going on.

first, everything was dark. I felt warmth all around me, and I could smell other puppies cuddled up close. I could smell my mother, too. Her scent was safety, and comfort, and milk. When I was hungry, I would squirm toward that smell, and find milk to drink. When I was cold, I would press close to her fur, or burrow under a brother or a sister. And then I'd sleep until I was hungry again. When I opened my eyes after a few days, things began to get more interesting.

I was seized by a fury I did not understand, an instinctive rage coming from deep inside. My mind filled with what seemed like memories of things that had never happened, of vicious battles with these creatures. They were my enemy and I was driven to kill them, to tear into them with my teeth and close my jaws on their necks.

By the time we got home, Grandma would be cooking breakfast, and Grandpa always slipped me something under the table—bacon, ham, a piece of toast. I learned to chew silently so that Grandma wouldn't say, "Are you feeding the dog again?" The tone in her voice when I picked up the word "dog" suggested to me that Grandpa and I needed to keep the whole operation quiet.

No hay perros malos, Bobby. Solo hay personas malas. Estos solo necesitan amor.

Women," he snorted. "Can't live with 'em, can't return 'em for a full refund.

Ahora comprendía por qué había vivido tantas veces. Tenía que aprender un montón de lecciones muy importantes para que, llegado el momento, pudiera rescatar a Ethan, pero no del lago, sino de la desesperación de su propia vida.

Ello nodded "I told him. Plus Garrett threw a plastic tomahawk into his room and I think it hit him." "Seems like sufficient notice." Hunter observed. "It was from the box of Thanksgiving decorations" Ello continued. "The tomahawk symbolizes our oppression of Native peoples. If there were any justice, we would all go back where we came from and leave the country to the people who were here first." "Okay" Hunter agreed "We'll leave after dinner." Ello gave him a dark fuming glare as he stood up.

The concern coming off both Kimo and Marco was raw and sharp, I knew that if I weren't in the crate could put my head in their laps and they would be comforted. A person will always feel better with a dog's head in their lap.

Bailey, Bailey, Bailey, I'm going to miss you, doodle dog," Ethan whispered in my ear. His breath was warm and delightful. I closed my eyes at the pleasure of it, the sheer pleasure of love from the boy, love by the boy.

aromas. Above, a ceiling of parched wood dropped dust

You got a voice in your head named Alan?

Sometimes we went to town to the dog park, and while I was always glad to see the other dogs, I thought the younger ones were juvenile with their relentless playing and wrestling.

I stopped walking and faced a small snowman some children had built so that anyone watching would assume I was arguing with it and not with a voice in my head like some crazy person.

En ese momento lo que sentía era paz. Y estaba seguro de que mi vida, todo lo que había hecho, me había conducido hasta este preciso y justo momento. Había cumplido con mi razón de ser.

It was the first time in a long while that I thought about how small a dog I was as Max. It did not seem right that a dog should be the same size as a duck.

Wilma stood in front of our table, her crazy bejeweled earrings flashing like lightning. I

The truck growled and roared and I was pretty sure it was going to eat me.

She rubbed me up and down with the towel until my skin felt so alive and buzzing that, when she let me go, I just had to run. I raced around the house, shaking myself to get rid of any last drops of that stinky, soapy water and leaping over chairs and on the couch. Then I flopped onto the carpet and scooted along, rubbing my belly and then my shoulders and then my back, until I began to smell like myself again and all the dampness was gone from my fur.

Yes, I decided. My name could be Fella. I could stay with this man. I could be his dog, do what he told me, go where he went. That was what I was supposed to do, wasn't it? Stay with a person? I was pretty sure that was true. It felt right.