W. Bruce Cameron Quotes

Funeral notice in the paper.” “I still don’t know who you’re talking about,” the other ice fisherman groused. “Dressed funny,” the guy at the other table recalled.

It cannot be a dog’s purpose to understand what people want because it is impossible.

Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted.

You be a good dog, Spike!” Senora called over to him. I looked jealously in the new dog’s direction, but his reaction to having his name spoken was to glance over as if it were nothing at all. Toby, I wanted her to say. Good dog, Toby. Instead she said, “There are no bad dogs, Bobby, just bad people. They just need love.” “Sometimes they’re broke inside, senora. And nuthin’ will help ’em.” Senora’s hand absently reached down and scratched behind Coco’s ears. I frantically shoved my nose underneath Senora’s fingers,

a dog’s job was to do what people wanted.

That's the lesson of the dogs, that it's important to both live in the moment and then go on to the next wonderful thing.

I have tried carrots before. They are not too bad, even though you have to chew at them a lot. They come apart in bits, like a squeaky toy. And you can swallow them, just like pieces of a squeaky toy. But they are not treats. So I kept doing Sit, waiting for the real dog treat.

But people don't always make sense. Dogs love them anyway.

...I hoped he wouldn't cry over my death. My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy.

Not everything that counts can be counted and not everything that's counted truly counts.

I guess I had never bothered to consider that there might such a thing as a boy, but now that I had found one, I thought it was just about the most wonderful concept in the world. He smelled of mud and sugar and an animal I'd never scented before, and a faint meaty odor clung to his fingers, so I licked them.

So, what about new friends? You could make new friends,” Maggie Rose suggested. Bryan snorted. “Like that’s easy. By the time you’re in fifth grade, all the kids have best friends already. Nobody needs a new one.” He got up. “Come on, Brewster.

failure isn’t an option if success is just a matter of more effort.

Not everything that can be counted counts.
Not everything that counts can be counted.

We would drive to Canada, where it would probably be legal for us to get married- it was Canada where they let people do whatever they wanted because it was too cold to bother stopping them.