#alaska

She has great breasts," the Colonel said without looking up from the whale. "DO NOT OBJECTIFY WOMEN'S BODIES!" Alaska shouted. Now he looked up. "Sorry. Perky breasts." "That's not any better! ↗

— John Green

#humor #wise #humor

At the moment developing a nice little inoffensive cancer somewhere on dry land seemed infinitely preferable to what she was grimly convinced was soon to be her death by drowning way too far out at sea. ↗

— Dana Stabenow

#hard-boiled #mystery #mystery-series #death

Without knowing he was going to do it, Sonny smiled right at the general and said in a loud, firm voice, "It's okay. He's my brother, sir. ↗

— Dahl Edwardson

#inspirational #surprising #inspirational

If people were rain, I would be a drizzle and she would be a hurricane. ↗

— John Green

#hurricanes #inspirational #inspirational

There was really no friendship in modeling, though a certain amount of warmth comes from running into models you know on shoots, because you end up in so many unfamiliar places, from Alaska to Africa. ↗

— Carol Alt

#alaska #amount #because #certain #comes

When we are true to ourselves, and follow these impulses that sweat from our compressed and broken souls we may just find the beauty, and the oh-so amazing way life can sneak up and smash us in the face! ↗

— Danielle Rohr

#danielle #denali #project #rohr #waitress

Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. ↗

— John Green

#imagination

I was so grateful to have made 'Into the Wild' before I made 'Speed Racer' because on 'Speed Racer' I was indoors every single day, every single scene, on a green screen. Some of the time, just to pass the time, I would think back to climbing mountains in Alaska. That really helped me. ↗

— Emile Hirsch

#back #because #before #climbing #day

The following obituary appeared in the Pittsburgh Sun-Telegraph of Sept. 16, 1958: A GREAT POET died last week in Lancieux, France, at the age of 84. He was not a poet's poet. Fancy-Dan dilletantes will dispute the description "great." He was a people's poet. To the people he was great. They understood him, and knew that any verse carrying the by-line of Robert W. Service would be a lilting thing, clear, clean and power-packed, beating out a story with a dramatic intensity that made the nerves tingle. And he was no poor, garret-type poet, either. His stuff made money hand over fist. One piece alone, The Shooting of Dan McGrew, rolled up half a million dollars for him. He lived it up well and also gave a great deal to help others. "The only society I like," he once said, "is that which is rough and tough - and the tougher the better. That's where you get down to bedrock and meet human people." He found that kind of society in the Yukon gold rush, and he immortalized it. ↗

— Robert W. Service

#age

In one line of his poem he said good fences make good neighbors. I'd like to think that Alaska and British Columbia working together can prove that we can be pretty darned good neighbors without fences. ↗

— Dan Miller

#british #british columbia #columbia #darned #fences