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

Maybe the world wasn’t made of universals that could be summed up in neat little packages. Maybe there were just people. People who were tired and hurt and lonely and kind in their own way and their own time.

I'd heard of really bad things Klan folks did to Negroes. Mean, hateful, deadly things. I didn't know they were hateful toward white folks too.

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

There are no coincidences. Just miracles by the boatload.

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.

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