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1 " Initially, he worried that he might be going crazy. But then he decided if you felt you were crazy you weren't really crazy because he had heard somewhere that crazy people didn't know they were insane. "
― Gary Paulsen , Brian's Winter (Brian's Saga, #3)
2 " Do what you can as you can. Trouble, problems, will come no matter what you do , and you must respond as they come. "
3 " He had learned this: Nothing that lived, nothing that walked or crawled or flew or swam or slithered or oozed—nothing, not one thing on God’s earth wanted to die. No matter what people thought or said about chickens or fish or cattle—they all wanted to live. "
4 " What he did instead was clean his shelter. He had been sleeping on the foam pad that had come with the survival pack and he straightened everything up and hung his bag out in the sun to air-dry and then used the hatchet to cut the ends of new evergreen boughs and laid them like a carpet in the shelter. As soon as he brought the boughs inside and the heat from the fire warmed them they gave off the most wonderful smell, filled the whole shelter with the odor of spring, and he brought the bag back inside and spread the pad and bag and felt as if he were in a new home. The berries boiled first and he added snow water to them and kept them boiling until he had a kind of mush in the pan. By that time the meat had cooked and he set it off to the side and tasted the berry "
5 " All I need is some barbecue sauce,” he said aloud, grease dripping down his chin. “And a Coke . . .” When "
6 " It stopped him, the idea of giving thanks. At first his mind just stopped and he thought, for what? For the plane crash, for being here? I should thank somebody for that? Then a small voice, almost a whisper, came into his mind and all it said was: It could have been worse; you could have been down in the plane with the pilot. And "
7 " The hatchet. The key to it all. Nothing without the hatchet. Just that would take all his thanks. And "
8 " All I need is some barbecue sauce,” he said aloud, grease dripping down his chin. “And a Coke . . . "
9 " hundred-mile "
10 " Just as bad things could snowball, Brian found that good things could come fast as well. "