Quotes from Jean Craighead George

Be you writer or reader, it is very pleasant to run away in a book. Jean Craighead George

I heard you humming." "Yes," he said. "I hum a great deal. Can you hum? Yes, I replied. I can hum. I hum a good deal, too, and even sing, especially when I get out of the spring in the morning. Then I really sing aloud. Let's hear you sing aloud. So I said, feeling very relaxed with the sun shining on my head, All right, I'll sing you my cold water song.

I still can't believe that animals don't understand why delicious food is in such a ridiculous spot.

if he doesn't want to come home, then we will bring home to him.' And that's why we are all here.

The lamp I am writing by is deer fat poured into a turtle shell with a strip of my old city trousers for a wick.

The climate warmed. Wild grasses, flowers and trees took root in the land behind the huge rock. In time, their growing and dying made deep rich loam on which a magnificent forest grew. Into the forest came bear, deer, brightly colored birds, and the Pawtuxets, a tribe of the Wampanoag, The People of the Dawn.

Won't everything be all right if she's free?

Scrub mussels in spring water. Dump them into boiling water with salt. Boil five minutes. Remove and cool in the juice. Take out meat. Eat by dipping in acorn paste flavored with a smudge of garlic, and green apples.

The seals are scarce and the whales are almost gone. The spirits of the animals are passing away. Amaroq, Amaroq, you are my adopted father. My feet dance because of you. My eyes see because of you. My mind thinks because of you. And it thinks, on this thundering night, That the hour of the wolf and the Eskimo is over.

Fortunately, the sun has a wonderfully glorious habit of rising every morning.

Her hands trembled as she pressed them together to make them stop, for Kapugen had taught her that fear can so cripple a person that he cannot think or act. Already she was too scared to crawl. Change your ways when fear seizes, he had said, for it usually means you are doing something wrong.

Fortunately, the sun has a wonderfully glorious habit of rising every morning. When

raccoons or skunks about in the snow, but the mice, the weasels, the mink, the foxes, the shrews, the cottontail rabbits were all busier than Coney Island in July. Their tracks were all over the mountain, and their activities ranged from catching each other

Better to run to the woods than the city, I thought. Here, there is the world to occupy the mind.

Children will often write, 'We love your books because there are no adults in them.'

When fear seizes change what you are doing. You are doing something wrong.