On my 70th birthday, I was asked how I felt about mankind's prospects. This is my reply: We are behaving like yeasts in a brewer's vat, multiplying mindlessly while greedily consuming the substance of a finite world. If we continue… — Farley Mowat Copy Share
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, sounding the wasteland for an echo from the missing members of his family. But for me it was a voice which spoke of the lost world which once was ours before we chose the alien role;… — Farley Mowat Copy Share
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 the tenacity which marked his every act, he set himself to become something else. Subconsciously he no longer believed that he was a dog at all, yet he did not feel, as so many foolish canines… — Farley Mowat Copy Share
“The third time out he concluded that we were hunting cows. That was a day that will live long in memory. Mutt threw himself into cow chasing with a frenzy that was almost fanatical. He became, in a matter of hours, a dedicated dog. It was a ghastly day, yet it had its compensations for Father. When we returned home… — Farley Mowat Copy Share
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
