Farley Mowat
Farley Mowat
Farley McGill Mowat, OCwas a Canadian writer and environmentalist. His works were translated into 52 languages, and he sold more than 17 million books. He achieved fame with the publication of his books on the Canadian north, such as People of the Deerand Never Cry Wolf. The latter, an account of his experiences with wolves in the Arctic, was made into a film of the same name released in 1983. For his body of work as a writer he won...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth12 May 1921
CityBelleville, Canada
CountryCanada
Without a function, we cease to be. So, I will write till I die.
Truth I have no trouble with, it's the facts I get all screwed up.
You never know when the devil might come calling.
I believe in God the way my dog does
I have to go on writing because I wouldn't be able to go on without writing. It is the only function that works for me, and without that function, I would die.
Don't let the facts interfere with the truth.
Mutt enjoyed traveling by car, but he was an unquiet passenger. He suffered from the delusion, common to dogs and small boys, that when he was looking out the right-hand side, he was probably missing something far more interesting on the left-hand side.
I never let the facts get in the way of the truth!
If you are going to be a big personality, you've got to have some kind of characteristic gimmick.
I write every day. I'm always in the process of writing my last book, until the next one.
I write better in Cape Breton... too many people around in Ontario. Down there I meet all sorts of non-human people, but they don't bother me, and I don't feel I have to apologize on behalf of my species quite so often.
It is in our nature to travel into our past, hoping thereby to illuminate the darkness that bedevils the present.
On my 70th birthday, I was asked how I felt about mankind's prospects. This is my reply: We are behaving like yeasts in a brewer's vat, multiplying mindlessly while greedily consuming the substance of a finite world. If we continue to imitate the yeasts, we will perish as they perish, having exhausted our resources and poisoned ourselves in the lethal brew of our own wastes. Unlike the yeasts, we have a choice. What will it be?
Ah me son, we don't be takin' nothin' from the sea. We has to sneak up on what we wants and wiggle it away