Mike Bond Quotes

#1. house, and locked the rifle and cartridges away in the dark

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#2. ...the track of the three camels and three pairs of sandals was like an arrow diminishing into infinity across the wavering sand.

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#3. Already this sun was pouring its wrath into the blue Indian ocean where swordfish and marlin cruised like silver-blue attenuated warheads in their green-gold depths...

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#4. The immense desert, empty as a bird's wing, inspired him with promise.

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#5. The breeze across the desert as the light died was so sweet she could almost drink it.

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#6. Then I remembered how she was - fiery, ruthless, smart, and despite herself very caring, not a person who hurts anyone.

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#7. We sat bathed in luscious darkness, Casco Bay's thousand islands spread out before us like a diamond quilt. 'I don't get enough of this,' she said.

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#8. features became Halia's, longer, more slender, the cartilage of her nose concave as bone. But Halia's skin was far too pale; she

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#9. She was at the same table near the back where three nights ago I'd sat entranced by her songs. And where the two of us had talked like old friends.

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#10. Though at opposite ends of our country, Maine and Hawaii are, other than climate, much alike. Places where you say who you are, be who you are, keep your word, and don't cheat or lie to take advantage of each other. Where you protect other folks because they are your tribe.

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#11. Dawn raced like fire across the savanna.

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#12. Wind blew snow crystals back and forth between the graves. The ancient pines creaked overhead.

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#13. One by one and then together the birds chanted, warbled, whistled, and cooed, like a rare desert plant bursting into life after the rain.

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#14. I have spent hours and hours watching elephants, and to come to understand what emotional creatures they are...it's not just a species facing extinction, it's massive individual suffering.

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#15. Inside her head or out in the desert was the same, and the air inside her throat was very dry to keep from crying and her neck sore from forcing herself not to look down, not to look back.

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#16. Water was how the desert would bring everyone together. The antelope's daily prayer, weighing the mortal need of water with the mortal danger of obtaining it.

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#17. A camel brayed columns from the rondavels; new sunlight struck the savage earth.

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#18. But wasn't that progress too, that the elephants were killed off like the mastodon and giant rhino before them, like all other wildlife and wild places? 'We can't stop time,' MacAdam said. 'But you can change the way it goes,' Nehemiah insisted.

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#19. Why in the morning is there so much hope? And in the evening only fatigued

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#20. Faraway a leopard barked that high, dissatisfied deep roar it cuts off so sharply, as if its annoyance is too great to express, can only be appeased.

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#21. The eastern savanna shifted from charcoal to deep purple; to the west a feverish orange moon sank into the Kiambu Hills.

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#22. The wind from the east over his shoulder carried the tang of drying murram grass and the scents of bitter pungent shrubs, of red earth and brown earth of old scat and stones heating in the midafternoon sun.

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#23. These steel monstrosities screamed night and day, blotted out the starlit skies and Northern Lights with flashing red strobes, slaughtered thousands of bats and entire flocks of birds banished tourism and wildlife, made people sick and drove them from their now-valueless homes.

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#24. ...He sat back on his heels and watched the stars one by one cut their way through onrushing darkness, till all was reversed, day was night, and the blackness glittered with all the desert's sands, each a tiny flame beyond the bounds of time.

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#25. Long before the stars died the birds began to sing - cool rippling doves, loud cheery starlings, the long lilting trills of warblers and thrushes.

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