...the person you encounter is often more than the person you see.

Who would dream that one can love without being crushed under the weight of it?

Memories were like sunshine. They warmed you up and left a pleasant glow, but you couldn't hold them.

When there is suffering, we look for a reason. That reason is easiest found within oneself.

They call themselves the Ku Klux Klan and they hate pretty much everyone who isn't like them. If you have the wrong color, religion, or birthplace, they don't like you. Around here it's mostly foreigners they hate.

Fly fishing is not about catching the fish. It is about enjoying the water, the breeze, the fish swimming all around. If you catch one, good. If you don't...that is even better. That mean you come out and get to try all over again.

This was a land of lost souls. Human beings who had weathered great storms in life, had suffered unspeakable loss, had been put to painful tests of existence, and still remained standing-but just barely.