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

He could hear trhe voices, the whispers, the sighs, of these souls who were unable to let go of their burdens. ... Pi understood this need to hold on. To let let go of his pain. It had become such a part of him. Who would he be without it? The thought frightened him. So he wandered the halls of the catacombs like the other souls who were half-dead and half-alive.

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.

Finding your way doesn't mean you always know where you're going. It's knowing how to find your way back home that's important.

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

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.