Howard Frank Mosher > Quotes

“Baseball, of all sports, and maybe of all human endeavors, has no room for cynicism.”
― Howard Frank Mosher, Waiting For Teddy Williams: A Touching Literary Coming-of-Age Baseball Story – Faith, Family, and Dreams

“Faith without a measure of doubt ain't worth a brass farthin'.”
― Howard Frank Mosher, Walking to Gatlinburg

“, all I understood for certain was that Nat Andrews was my friend and his life had been infinitely more complicated and difficult than mine, and I had been too quick, far too quick, to assume that because I would react a certain way in a certain situation, he should react the same way.”
― Howard Frank Mosher, A Stranger in the Kingdom

“whatever temptations he may have felt. Besides, he had a much more normal social life than you might think. I wasn’t going to mention this, but he once told me he had a close woman friend in Montreal, a teacher at McGill University.” “Well, he can’t have seen her very often since coming here.” “What is it you’re saying? There’s some sort of new evidence that he got the girl pregnant?” “No, not really. I don’t know. I don’t want to get into it just yet. I just want to be prepared to show in court that even if he did succumb to the temptation, he didn’t necessarily kill her.” “Didn’t necessarily kill her! I can’t and won’t believe that there’s a shred of truth to these trumped-up charges.” “Neither can I, sweetheart,” Mom told Charlie. Charlie stood up. “Who wants to go for a dip? We aren’t going to have many more warm nights, or days either, for swimming.” “Fall’s coming and that’s a fact,” Dad said. “The swamp maples along the river between here and the Common are already starting to turn red.” “I think fall’s my very favorite season,” Mom said in a musing voice. Charlie laughed. “You say that about every season. ‘Spring’s my favorite, summer’s my favorite, fall’s my very favorite season!”
― Howard Frank Mosher, A Stranger in the Kingdom

“sometimes, telling the story of a place is all you can do to preserve it.”
― Howard Frank Mosher, North Country: A Personal Journey Through the Borderland

“time for us to tap the maples, and hang our buckets, too.”
― Howard Frank Mosher, Northern Borders: A Novel

“One averred that Kingdom County had gotten along very nicely for a century and a half without “the colored element that was stirring things up and causing trouble in the big cities,” and there was no call to change matters now. Another reiterated Mason White’s earlier speculation to my father that Reverend Andrews had come to the area as part of a nationwide Communist-Negro conspiracy. Many people seemed to assume that the murder charges against the minister had already been proven, and as the days went by, fewer and fewer visitors went up to the Memphremagog jail to give him even the slightest support. As angry as I still become when I look through that yellowing file of anonymous hate mail, I am sure that my father was even angrier when he received them. Of all the Kingdom County natives affected by the Affair, I think Dad was the most distressed. I should stress here just how deeply my father believed himself to be free of romantic”
― Howard Frank Mosher, A Stranger in the Kingdom

“When the water runs down the hills, the sap runs up the trees,” my grandfather would announce. He and I would then pay a visit to his sugar bush, wading up the ridge behind the house through the deep snow to see if the red squirrels had come out to clip off the tender twigs at the ends of the maple branches to drink the new sap. “The squirrels are hanging out their sap buckets, Austen,” my grandfather liked to say. This was the sign that it was”
― Howard Frank Mosher, Northern Borders: A Novel