“ He began to understand that just because some people thought certain behavior was wrong, that didn’t make it so. A person could resist popular belief and stand up for personal principles, and though t… Jean M. Auel
“ She loved him, more than she could ever find words for, but this love he felt for her was not quite the same. It wasn't so much stronger, as more demanding, more insistent. As though he feared he woul… Jean M. Auel
“ No era sólo su aspecto lo que la hacía hermosa. La belleza no era una representación estética: era la esencia, el espíritu que la animaba. Se expresaba mejor a través del movimiento, de la conducta y… Jean M. Auel
“ Life is neither static nor unchanging. With no individuality, there can be no change, no adaptation and, in an inherently changing world, any species unable to adapt is also doomed. Jean M. Auel
“ You are strong, self-reliant, entirely able to take care of yourself and of me... You are fearless, courageous; you saved my life, nursed me back to health, hunted for my food, provided for my comfort… Jean M. Auel
“ Ayla, what am I doing wrong? he asked, standing in front of her, dripping. It's not you. I'm the one who's doingit wrong. You're not doing anything wrong. Yes I am. I've been trying all day to encoura… Jean M. Auel
“ My fiction is reviewed by the mainstream press, by science fiction periodicals, romance magazines, small press publications and various other journals, including some usually devoted to archaeological… Jean M. Auel
“ Ayla, I looked for you all my life and didn't know I was looking. You are everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamed of in a woman, and more. You are a fascinating enigma, a paradox. You are… Jean M. Auel
“ Art was as much in the activity as in the results. Works of art were not just the finished product, but the thought, the action, the process that created them. Jean M. Auel
“ The other mammoths were as protective of the dying as they were of newborns, and they gathered around tying to make the fallen one get up. When all was over, they buried the dead ancestor under piles… Jean M. Auel
“ Ayla just didn't seem like a woman who was about to join and establish a new hearth with a man she loved. There was no joy, no excitement. Something was missing. Something called Jondalar. Jean M. Auel
“ Great Mother!I can't believe it!Now I understand.(Mamut)I do not understand, Ayla said Jean M. Auel
