Of course, the sea has tried to kill me on several occasions, has timed itself to coincide with my stupidity and put an end to me. Here in this beautiful lagoon, with time to think of things, and with...
In measured time forty-seven days had passed since the crash. Forty-two days, he thought, since he had died and been born as the new Brian. When the plane had come and gone it had put him down, gutted...
In a real situation, like when I was here before, there were things wrong—going wrong. The plane didn’t land and set me on the shore. It crashed. A man was dead. I was hurt. I didn’t know anything. No...
If you look at it from the right point of view, lying is just good manners.
I began to understand that they are not wrong or right—they just are. Wolves don't know they are wolves. That's a name we have put on them, something we have done. I do not know how wolves think of th...
He was not the same and would never be again like he had been. That was one of the true things, the new things. And the other one was that he would not die, he would not let death in again.
He had learned this: Nothing that lived, nothing that walked or crawled or flew or swam or slithered or oozed—nothing, not one thing on God’s earth wanted to die. No matter what people thought or said...
Everything was green, so green it went into him.
Brian looked back and for a moment felt afraid because the wolf was so... so right. He knew Brian, knew him and owned him and chose not to do anything to him. But the fear moved then, moved away,and B...
And the last thought he had that morning as he closed his eyes was: I hope the tornado hit the moose.
All the luck in the world has to come every year, in every part of every year, or there is not a harvest and then the luck, the bad luck will come and everything we are, all that we can ever be, all t...
Berries he would have to eat the gut cherries again
We have grown away from knowledge, away from knowing what something is really like, toward knowing only what somebody else it is like. There seems to be a desire to ignore the truth in favor of drama...
To know things, for us to know things, is bad for them. We get to wanting and when we get to wanting it's bad for them. They thinks we want what they got . . . . That's why they don't want us reading.
There were these things to do.
The best joy and beauty are the kinds that are unplanned, and the same is true of painting or poetry. Don't chew at it too much. It's beautiful, and it makes you remember a beautiful part of your life...
Sometimes it would be nice if life just kept happening the way it's happening, if things got to a good place and just stayed there, didn't change.
So. So. So here I am. And there it is, he thought. For
No, not secrets so much as just the Secret. What he knew and had not told anybody, what he knew about his mother that had caused the divorce, what he knew, what he knew--- the Secret.
My name is Brian Robeson and I am thirteen years old and I am alone in the north woods of Canada.