Twana Litscher

“the muddy little tracks of the ringtails, I bored a hole, dropped in a piece of tin, and drove my nails. On down the river I went, making my traps. I stopped when I ran out of nails. Altogether I had fourteen traps. That night Papa asked me how I was making out. “Oh, all right,” I said. “I’ve got fourteen of them made.” He laughed and said, “Well, you can’t ever tell. You may catch one.” The next morning I was up with the chickens. I took my pups with me as I just knew I’d have a big ringtail trapped and I wanted them to see it. I was a disappointed boy when I peeked out of a canebrake at my last trap and didn’t see a coon. All the way home I tried to figure out what I had done wrong. I went to Papa. He put his thinking cap on and thought the situation over. “Maybe you left too much scent around when you made those traps,” he said. “If you”
― Wilson Rawls, Where the Red Fern Grows

“Focus, Blake! Everything will fall into place. What would I have if I lost this case? I'd have nothing, no one—same as before.”
― Mark M. Bello, Betrayal of Faith

“y yo era uno de los mejores en el uso de esta herramienta demoníaca para traer el infierno a la tierra. Sent”
― John Ramirez, FUERA DEL CALDERO DEL DIABLO

“Tomemos nuestros libros y nuestros lápices -dije-. Son nuestras armas más poderosas. Un niño, un maestro, un libro y un lápiz pueden cambiar el mundo.”
― Malala Yousafzai, Yo soy Malala