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“Sometimes, I am the beast in the darkness. Sometimes, I am the ghost.”
― Heather Durham, Going Feral: Field Notes on Wonder and Wanderlust

“He's a feral child. No mother, no father, no one to care for him or raise him or teach him how to be human. So he's existed much like an animal, without language. He thinks in images, not word."
"How strange," Lanaya, sounding amazed.
Ryter shakes his head sadly. "Not strange, I'm afaraid. His condition is all too common in the latches. And becoming more common every day.”
― Rodman Philbrick, The Last Book in the Universe

“What, anyway, was he to say? That intelligence could surpass and excel the blind force of evolution, with its emphasis on mutation, struggle and death? That conscious cooperation was more efficient than feral competition?”
― Iain M. Banks, The Player of Games

“Why kill a wild thing
when you can take it home and tie it down?”
― Danabelle Gutierrez, & Until The Dreams Come

“We spent June and July in the Rockies, growing stronger, feeling feral in the untamed range of mountains.”
― Aspen Matis, Your Blue Is Not My Blue: A Missing Person Memoir

“I welcome her feral nature.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever

“There was something savage and elemental and feral in him. The fact that he was a savant only added to the intrigue.
I always go for the dangerous boys, Leesha thought.”
― Cinda Williams Chima, The Sorcerer Heir

“Maybe you were never actually lonely for other people. All along, maybe you were lonely for the earth.”
― Heather Durham, Going Feral: Field Notes on Wonder and Wanderlust

“This something sparked on a little island off the rocky coast of Maine would grow from a twinge to a hunger to a need you would spend years, a decade, a lifetime pursuing.”
― Heather Durham, Going Feral: Field Notes on Wonder and Wanderlust

“Was I hiding from reality, on the outside looking in? Or, was I living my reality, on the outside looking out?”
― Heather Durham, Going Feral: Field Notes on Wonder and Wanderlust

“Do you belong to the city or the wilds? Are you human or animal? Are you sane or lunatic? Both? Neither? Yes.”
― Heather Durham, Going Feral: Field Notes on Wonder and Wanderlust

“I would have my room,' Cardan said, narrowing his eyes and assuming his most superior pose. 'Perhaps you two might take whatever this is elsewhere.'

Part of him thought she would laugh, having known him before he perfected his sneer, but she shrank under his gaze.

Locke stood up, putting on his pants. 'Oh, don't be like that. We're all friends here.'

Cardan's practiced demeanour went up in smoke. He became the snarling feral child that had prowled the palace, stealing from tables, unkempt and unloved. Launching himself at Locke, he bore him to the floor. They collapsed in a heap. Cardan punched, hitting Locke somewhere between the eye and the cheekbone.

'Stop telling me who I am,' he snarled, teeth bared. 'I am tired of your stories.'

Locke tried to knock Cardan off him. But Cardan had the advantage, and he used it to wrap his hands around Locke's throat.

Maybe he really was still drunk. He felt giddy and dizzy all at once.

'You're going to really hurt him!' Nicasia shouted, hitting Cardan's shoulder and then, when that didn't work, trying to haul him off the other boy.

Locke made a wordless sound, and Cardan realised he was pressing so tightly on his windpipe that he couldn't speak.

Cardan dropped his hands away.

Locke choked, gasping for air.

'Create some tale about this,' Cardan shouted, adrenaline still fizzing through his bloodstream.

'Fine,' Locke finally managed, his voice strange. 'Fine, you made, hedge-born coxcomb. But you were only together out of habit; otherwise, it wouldn't have been so easy to make her love me.'

Cardan punched him. This time, Locke swung back, catching Cardan on the side of the head. They rolled around, hitting each other, until Locke scuttled back and made it to his feet. He ran for the door, Cardan right behind.

'You are both fools,' Nicasia shouted after them.”
― Holly Black, How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories

“...there's no satisfaction in watching Jack struggle. Feral dogs bite harder when they're cornered.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“My grin was feral, matching my savage best friend’s.”
― scarlett dawn, King Cave

“Is it not strange how humans will resort to the most inhumane of actions as the first plausible solution? Why are we such a feral bloodthirsty species when we are supposedly the enlightened ones? Are we guardians... or just mindless butchers?”
― Dimitri Zaik, Ink Bleeder

“The land was torn apart in a legal dispute. Soon it was so devastated, nothing could live here- not plant or animal. Only lawyers. But eventually the place fell into lawlessness, and lawyers can't exist in an area of lawlessness, so they went feral. Some say they still roam the land. You'll suddenly hear someone yell, 'Objection!' and then you'll be torn apart like an improperly witnessed contract.”
― Frank J. Fleming

“I think I might like to grow thorns. Tough spines that barb anyone who grabs at me, tries to take from me, moves toward me any way other than delicately. Or thick boney horns I can point in front of me to shield the soft, sensitive parts. Not cruel, protected.”
― Heather Durham, Going Feral: Field Notes on Wonder and Wanderlust

“Love doesn't die in a day, respect does.”
― OriginalFeral

“In more recent years, I've increasingly reported on specific cases where the interests of individual animals seem to conflict with the goal of biodiversity preservation. In order to save species, conservationists kill a surprising number of individual animals. And they treat animals very differently depending on whether they are common or rare; 'invasive' or native, 'feral,' or 'wild.”
― Emma Marris, Wild Souls: Freedom and Flourishing in the Non-Human World

“To make good environmental decision, we must stop focusing on trying to remove or undo human influence, on turning back time or freezing the non-human world in amber. We must instead acknowledge the extent to which we have influenced our current world and take some responsibility for its future trajectory…We should not seek to carefully control every plant and animal on the planet. We couldn’t even if we wanted to.”
― Emma Marris, Wild Souls: Freedom and Flourishing in the Non-Human World

“I was becoming feral after living in the Hawaiian tropical jungle for five months!”
― Steven Magee

“Jurian stalked over to Lucien amid the rising squabble, laughing under his breath, 'Do you know what Illyrian bastards do to pretty females? You won't have a mate left- at least not one that's useful to you in any way.'

Lucien's answering growl was nothing short of feral.

I spat at Jurian's feet. 'You can go to hell, you hideous prick.'

Tamlin's hands tightened at my shoulders. Lucien spun toward me and that metal eye whirred and narrowed. Centuries of cultivated reason clicked into place.

I was not panicking at my sisters being taken.

I said quietly, 'We will get her back.'

But Lucien was watching me warily. Too warily.

I said to Tamlin, 'Take me home.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Two dog-owners met one day to walk their dogs together. One owner had grown up in a small family that valued health, safety, and orderly, disciplined behaviour. The dog of this owner received regular veterinary care, two meals a day of low-fat dog food, and was walked on a leash. The other owner had grown up in a large community that valued conviviality, sharing of resources and close contact with the natural world. This dog (the owner's third - the first two had been killed by cars) had burrs in its coat, was fed generously but sporadically, and had never worn a collar in its life. Each owner, judging quality of life from very different viewpoints, felt sorry for the other's dog.â€� (Fraser, Weary, et al., 1997)”
― Fraser, Weary