Angela

“I shall not be there. I shall rise and pass. Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. —STEPHEN VINCENT BENET”
― Dee Brown, Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee: An Indian History of the American West

“The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.”
― Jack London, White Fang

“No one ever owns a cat...you share a common habitation on a basis of equal rights and mutual respects...although somehow the cat always comes out ahead of the deal.”
― Lillian Jackson Braun

“But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of the forest, reading signs and sounds as a man may read a book, and seeking for the mysterious something that called -- called, waking or sleeping, at all times, for him to come.”
― Jack London, The Call of the Wild