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"Patience, he thought. So much of this was patience - waiting, and thinking and doing things right. And then much of all this, so much of all living was patience and thinking."
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"He did not know how long it took, but afterwards he looked back on this time of crying in the corner of the dark cavern and thought of it as when he learned the virtually important rule of survival, which was that feeling distressing for yourself didn't work. It wasn't just that it was wrong to exercise, or that information technology was considered incorrect. It was more than that--it didn't work."
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"And the last thought he had that morning as he closed his eyes was: I hope the tornado hitting the moose."
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"That'southward all it took to solve problems - just sense."
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"When he sat alone in the darkness and cried and was done, all done with information technology, zilch had changed. His leg still injure, information technology was still nighttime, he was still alone and the self-compassion had accomplished nada."
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"He could not play the game without hope; could not play the game without a dream. They had taken it all away from him now, they had turned away from him and there was nothing for him at present...He was solitary and there was nothing for him."
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"He had to go on thinking of them because if he forgot them and did not call back of them they might forget almost him. And he had to keep hoping."
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"Things seemed to go back and forth between reality and imagination--except that it was all reality."
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"the near of import dominion of survival, which was that feeling lamentable for yourself didn't work."
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"Brian looked dorsum and for a moment felt agape because the wolf was so... so right. He knew Brian, knew him and owned him and chose not to do annihilation to him. But the fright moved then, moved away,and Brian knew the wolf for what it was - some other role of the woods, another part of all of it."
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"It was a foreign feeling, holding the burglarize. It somehow removed him from everything around him. Without the rifle he had to fit in, to be part of it all, to sympathise it and use information technology - the woods, all of it. With the rifle, all of a sudden, he didn't have to know, did not accept to be afraid or sympathize. He didn't have to get shut to a foolbird to impale information technology - didn't have to know how information technology would stand if he didn't await at information technology and moved off to the side.
The rifle changed him, the minute he picked information technology upward, and he wasn't sure he liked the modify much."
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"Non hope that he would be rescued--that was gone. But hope in his noesis. Hope in the fact that he could learn and survive and take care of himself. Tough hope, he thought that night. I am full of tough hope."
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"He could see it at present. Oh, yep, all as he ran in the sun, his legs liquid springs."
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"Everything was light-green, then green it went into him."
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"I am total of tough hope"
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"The burning optics did not come dorsum, but memories did, came flooding in. The words. E'er the words. Divorce."
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"Maybe it was ever that way, discoveries happened because they needed to happen."
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"moose was a moose. There"
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"None of that used to be in Brian and now it was a office of him, a changed function of him, a grown part of him, and the two things, his mind and his trunk, had come together equally well, had made a connectedness with each other that he didn't quite understand"
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"He moved to the trees. Where the bawl was peeling from the trunks information technology lifted in tiny tendrils, almost fluffs. Brian plucked some of them loose, rolled them in his fingers. They seemed flammable, dry and nearly powdery. He pulled and twisted bits off the trees, packing them in i hand while he picked them with the other, picking and gathering until he had a wad close to the size of a baseball. Then he went back into the shelter and bundled the ball of birchbark peelings at the base of the black rock. As an afterthought he threw in the remains of the twenty-dollar bill. He struck and a stream of sparks vicious into the bark and quickly died. But this fourth dimension one spark fell on one small pilus of dry bark—virtually a thread of bark—and seemed to glow a bit brighter before it died. The material had to be finer. There had to exist a soft and incredibly fine nest for the sparks. I must make a habitation for the sparks, he thought. A perfect dwelling or they won't stay, they won't make burn. He started ripping the bawl, using his fingernails at first, and when that didn't work he used the sharp edge of the hatchet, cutting the bawl in thin slivers, hairs and so fine they were almost not there. Information technology was painstaking work, deadening work, and he stayed with information technology for over ii hours. Twice he stopped for a handful of berries and once to get to the lake for a drink. Then dorsum to work, the dominicus on his dorsum, until at last he had a ball of fluff equally big as a grapefruit—dry birchbark fluff."
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"discoveries happened considering they needed to happen. He"
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"He could not play the game without hope; could not play the game without a dream. They had taken it all away from him now, they had turned away from him and in that location was nothing for him now. The airplane gone, his family unit gone, all of it gone. They would not come up. He was lone and there was cipher for him."
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"Well, he'd actually never heard everyone say it. But he felt that it should be true. There"
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"If his mother hadn't begun to meet him and forced the divorce, Brian wouldn't be here at present. He"
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"He was non the same. The plane passing inverse him, the disappointment cut him downwardly and fabricated him new. He was not the aforementioned and would never be again like he had been. That was one of the true things, the new things. And the other one was that he would non die, he would not allow expiry in again."
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"He was out of food, but he could look tomorrow and he could build a signal fire tomorrow and get more woods tomorrow . . . The"
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"No, not secrets so much as just the Secret. What he knew and had not told anybody, what he knew about his female parent that had caused the divorce, what he knew, what he knew--- the Secret."
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"Elementary. Keep information technology unproblematic. I am Brian Robeson. I have been in a airplane crash. I am going to find some food. I am going to notice some berries. He"
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"Ugly, he thought. Very, very ugly.

And he was, at that moment, almost overcome with self-compassion. He was muddy and starving and bitten and hurt and lonely and ugly and afraid and and so completely miserable that it was like beingness in a pit, a dark, deep pit with no style out.

He sat dorsum on the banking company and fought crying. Then let information technology come and cried for perhaps three, iv minutes. Long tears, self-pity tears, wasted tears."
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

"about 4 inches downward, he suddenly came into a small bedroom in the cool-damp sand and there lay eggs, many eggs, near perfectly circular eggs the size of table lawn tennis balls, and he laughed then because he knew. It had been a turtle."
― Gary Paulsen, Hatchet

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