I Am Happiest In The Brush And

I Am Happiest In The Brush And By Myself - Whether That's The Woods Of Northern Minnesota Or The Wilds Of Alaska Behind A Dogteam, Picking Through The Foothills Of The Mountains By My Ranch In New Mexico On Horseback, Or On The Ship Of My Sailboat On The Pacific - So I Guess It Made Sense To Me That Both Brian And Samuel Would Find Their Challenges And Adventures, If That's What You Call Them, In The Woods.

If Books Could Have More, Give More, Be More, Show More, They Would Still Need Readers Who Bring To Them Sound And Smell And Light And All The Rest That Can’t Be In Books. The Book Needs You.

Words Are Alive--when I've Found A Story That I Love, I Read It Again And Again, Like Playing A Favorite Song Over And Over. Reading Isn't Passive--i Enter The Story With The Characters, Breathe Their Air, Feel Their Frustrations, Scream At Them To Stop When They're About To Do Something Stupid, Cry With Them, Laugh With Them. Reading For Me, Is Spending Time With A Friend. A Book Is A Friend. You Can Never Have Too Many.

That's All It Took To Solve Problems - Just Sense.

She Was Brilliant And Joyous And She Believed- Probably Correctly- That Libraries Contain The Answers To All Things, To Everything, And That If You Can't Find The Information You Seek In The Library, Then Such Information Probably Doesn't Exist In This Or Any Parallel Universe Now Or Ever To Be Known. She Was Thoughtful And Kind And She Always Believed The Best Of Everybody. She Was, Above All Else, A Master Librarian And She Knew Where To Find Any Book On Any Subject In The Shortest Possible Time. And She Was Wonderfully Unhinged.