I had a tight stomach all the time. I actually developed ulcers. I've learned better than to put all that internal pressure on myself.

Often I have been exhausted on trout streams, uncomfortable, wet, cold, briar scarred, sunburned, mosquito bitten, but never, with a fly rod in my hand have I been less than in a place that was less than beautiful.

I much preferred the peaceful life on the road, where I didn't have to ask embarrassing questions and do all the things real reporters have to do.

I used to think that driving, sleepless, ambitious labor was what you needed to succeed.

There are a lot of people who are doing wonderful things, quietly, with no motive of greed, or hostility toward other people, or delusions of superiority.

I think all those people I did stories about measured their own success by the joy their work was giving them.

You never heard anybody ask 'Elvis who?'