“There was no other wanderer on that road, yet I was not alone, for his tracks went with me, each pawprint as familiar as the print of my own hand. I followed them, and I knew each thing that he… — Farley Mowat Copy Share Image
I write every day. I'm always in the process of writing my last book, until the next one. — Farley Mowat Copy Share Image
“I wonder now… were my tears for Alex and Al and all the others who had gone and who were yet to go? Or… — Farley Mowat Copy Share Image
“Somewhere to the eastward a wolf howled; lightly, questioningly. I knew the voice, for I had heard it many times before. It was George,… — Farley Mowat Copy Share Image
Ah me son, we don't be takin' nothin' from the sea. We has to sneak up on what we wants and wiggle it away — Farley Mowat Copy Share Image
“I suppose that at some early moment of his existence he concluded that there was no future in being a dog. And so, with… — Farley Mowat Copy Share Image
“The third time out he concluded that we were hunting cows. That was a day that will live long in memory. Mutt threw himself… — Farley Mowat Copy Share Image
And this is what happened, ands this is why the caribou and the wolf are one; for the caribou feeds the wolf, but it… — Farley Mowat Copy Share Image
After all, we fought the Yanks in 1812 and kicked them the hell out of our country - but not with blanks. — Farley Mowat Copy Share Image
