Quotes from National Geographic

Let's not forget the writers.

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Police officer Ray Carnathan arrived at an accident where a car had been blown off the road into a tree. Its rear windows were gone. "A highway patrolman was helping a woman out of the front seat," said Carnathan. "There was a kitten lying on the back seat, all wet. So I told the woman we would take care of her cat for her. And she said, 'I don't have a cat!' Then this fellow came walking down the street holding two other kittens and looking for the third one."

Peter Miller Tornado! (aka Tracking Tornadoes) June, 1987

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I came to appreciate the close-range power of that ultimate macaw shriek early on in my ten years of studying these extraordinary birds. A trumpet blown straight into your ear would not feel worse.

Charles. A. Munn Macaws: Winged Rainbows January, 1994

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A companion, Fred Wamala, pointed to the grassy field below: "Those soldiers, they used to bring people here. Especially they would catch young girls, girls of 12, 14. Then they raped them, and when they finished, they threw them off the roof." The evidence was clearly visible: skulls, small piles of human bones, bits of rotting clothes, the twisted wire that bound the victims' wrists.

Robert Caputo Uganda: Land Beyond Sorrow April, 1988

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[...] and their legend, Armstrong, who was in his tenth winter as a sled dog - a Sirus record, twice as long as most dogs serve. Armstrong had hauled a sled at least 25,000 miles, more than a lap around the Equator. Rasmus knew that Armstrong was nearing the end of his career. There's no room at the Sirius base for retired dogs. And the dogs - as much wolf as pet - cannot be adopted. They must be euthanized, an act the patrollers do themselves with a pistol. Both Rasmus and Jasper say it's the most difficult part of the job."

Michael Finkel The Cold Patrol: Two Young Danes Find Out If They're Tough Enough For The World's Only Military Dogsled Team. January, 2012

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To Western eyes, Japan seems a topsy-turvy land. Entering a house, you take off your shoes, not your hat; you scrub yourself outside the bathtub, not in it. Japanese mourners wear white. "Footnotes" are printed at the top of the page; few gardens have flowers. Wine is heated, but fish is served raw. Cats have no tails, and the women help men off with their coats. The island-bound Japanese, insulated from the rest of the world for centuries, have developed a culture distinctly their own.

Thomas J. Abercrombie Kansai: Japan's Historic Heartland March, 1970