I believe a boy can have anything in life that he wants once he starts working for it. The main thing is not to give up. It makes no difference how tough things get, just bow your back, keep working,...
Women are a little different than men.
I looked at his grave and, with tears in my eyes, I voiced these words: You were worth it, old friend, and a thousand times over.
I said, Boy,
I couldn't understand these town people. If they weren't staring at a fellow, they were laughing at him.
If a man’s word isn’t any good, he’s no good himself.
I buried Little Ann by the side of Old Dan. I knew that was where she wanted to be. I also buried a part of my life along with my dog.
His
He realized that the ritualized world he had dismissed as feminine was in fact civilization.
I SUPPOSE THERE’S A TIME IN PRACTICALLY EVERY YOUNG boy’s life when he’s affected by that wonderful disease of puppy love.
HAD no idea what was in store for me. To begin with, everything was too perfect
On my way home I didn't walk on the ground. I was way up in the clouds just skipping along.
Gabriel
What I saw was more than I could stand. The noise I heard had been made by Little Ann. All her life she had slept by Old Dan's side. And although he was dead, she had left the doghouse, had come back...
I know, said Papa. It’s all right with me, but women are a little different than men. They worry more.
I don’t see how anything like that can keep a coon in a tree, I said. It’ll keep him there all right, Grandpa
I had heard the old Indian legend about the red fern. How a little Indian boy and girl were lost in a blizzard and had frozen to death. In the spring, when they were found, a beautiful red fern had gr...
There is a little good in all evil.
I was still a boy when I left the Ozarks, only sixteen years old. Since that day, I’ve left my footprints in many lands: the frozen wastelands of the Arctic, the bush country of Old Mexico, and the st...
I found her lying on her stomach, her hind legs stretched out straight, and her front feet folded back under her chest. She had laid her head on his grave. I saw the trail where she had dragged hersel...