History records the large events or the general condition of society, but only an individual can put down the way of life in a small town.

Old houses, I thought, do not belong to people ever, not really, people belong to them.

A house with no fireplace is a house without a heart.

Almost all words do have colour and nothing is more pleasant than to utter a pink word and see someone's eyes light up and know it is a pink word for him or her too.

After all, catching something is purely a by-product of our fishing. It is the act of fishing that wipes away all grief, lightens all worry, dissolves fear and anxiety.

Happiness of heart can never be measured out and bundled up, it's intangible. We keep running after it, grasping for it, and the heat of our running so seldom brings it closer. But now and then there may be a moment. We look at something and know it is good and beautiful. Those moments are happiness.

Americans tend to believe they can do anything with or without any training or experience.