Quotes About Camp

When I was a child, I was unable to go to any type of sleepaway summer camp because of health issues. Once I learned about the Lopez Foundation, I knew I wanted to get involved, send kids with kidney disease away to camp so they can still experience overnight camp with medical needs at hand.

If you want to get a deal, negotiate with the teams yourself. Say, "I want this much, and no less, but I'll show up to camp on time." It doesn't seem that hard to me.

I knew from a young age that I wanted to perform. I went to an arts camp called Brookdale Arts Camp, in New Jersey, from the time I was 6, and then I was a counselor there through high school.

Three months of camp life on Lake Tahoe would restore an Egyptian mummy to his pristine vigor, and give him an appetite like an alligator.

In freedom, every non-nomenklatura citizen knew perpetual hunger – the involuntary slurp and gulp of the esophagus. In camp, your hunger kicked as I imagine a fetus would kick. It was the same with boredom. And boredom, by now, has lost all its associations with mere lassitude and vapidity. Boredom is no longer the absence of emotion; it is itself an emotion, and a violent one. A silent tantrum of boredom.

We're moving in a single file now. Myself and one hundred 'senselessly violent,' bloodthirsty insurgents. I looked around at the camp before we left. There are no signs that almost a hundred people had camped here, except for some ash where the fires had been. I cannot believe this army. As far as consumption goes, it has a lighter carbon footprint than any climate change evangelist.

Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

Wasn't the camp itself, with all the rigidity of its organization, its absurd violence, its meticulous hierarchy, just a metaphor, a reductio ad absurdum of everyday life?

On our way, we got lost and passersby denied all knowledge of the location of the camp. We finally arrived as it was getting dark, and they said it was closing. "Tell them we're Jewish," said Graham.

Fire will save the Clan...you never understood, did you? Not even when I gave you your apprentice name, Firepaw. And I doubted it myself, when fire raged through our camp. Yet I see the truth now. Fireheart, you are the fire who will save ThunderClan. You will be a great leader. One of the greatest the forest has ever known. You will have the warmth of fire to protect your Clan and the fierceness of fire to defend it. You will be Firestar, the light of ThunderClan." - Bluestar

Fear-Dog told me . . . we must return to our camp," he growled, his voice throaty with drool. "Now?" whimpered the little brown dog. "Now. Immediately." Terror swiped a trembling paw at her face, though this time he missed. "He says . . . we are to kill any strange dogs. Kill them all. Kill them on sight. Now go!

I wondered about making hunting patrols bring each piece of prey back to camp as soon as they catch it, instead of bringing back a whole day's hunting in one go." "Wouldn't that make hunting harder?" Bristlefrost ventured. Bramblestar narrowed his eyes. "But I worry that, when warriors are out in the forest too long, they forget that Clan rules apply to them.

Thunder sat on his haunches and waited, his gaze grazing the moorland ahead of them. Out there was the other cats' camp. Out there was Gray Wing. Out there was hope.

As they entered the camp, Lionpaw raced to meet them. "Wow!" He stared at Bluepaw's bloodied ear. "Does it hurt?" "A little," Bluepaw lied. It stung like fury.

was harsh. "It would have taken the rogues a long time to set up in SkyClan's old camp. And from the way you described Mistfeather, all ragged and skinny, the attack didn't happen just yesterday. With

On the way back to the camp, Rootpaw didn't feel too embarrassed anymore in his father's presence. Tree had caught several pieces of prey. But he realized he would have felt differently if his father had just been sitting there, freezing to death while he pretended to be a bush.

Life isn't fair. Stay in camp.

And here we are! No, Squirrelpaw, this is my guest. They didn't sneak up behind me. Yes, I know you're standing guard. I'm sure the whole camp knows we're here now.

Hunting territory: The open hillside Camp: Shallow scoop in hillside Unique battle skill: Speed and agility

Hunting territory: A sandy gorge Camp: Caves in wall of gorge Unique battle skill: Aboveground combat

A London copper doesn't like to intrude upon a traveler camp with anything less than a van full of bodies in riot gear—it's considered disrespectful otherwise.

Nightingale was against it from the start, said we should send in the RAF and bomb the camp from altitude. He said it was the only way to be sure." He gave me a puzzled look. "Did I say something funny?

A London copper doesn't like to intrude upon a traveller camp with anything less than a van full of bodies in riot gear – it's considered disrespectful otherwise.

I think that the attraction to camp is its irreverence, it's strange, it in no way reflects reality while using real characters.