The curious thing about fishing is you never want to go home. If you catch something, you can't stop. If you don't catch anything, you hate to leave in case something might bite.

Long cold nights mark November's return, grey rains fall, wind walks in the bronze oak leaves.

Happiness is a thing of now.

I know of nothing to compare with the welcome a dog gives you when you come home.

A cat is, by and large, sophisticated and complex, and capable of creating three-act plays around any single piece of action.

There must be hundreds of unsung heroes and heroines who first tasted strange things growing - and think of the man who first ate a lobster. This staggers the imagination. I salute him every time I take my nutcracker in hand and move the melted-butter pipkin closer.

There is a kind of immortality in every garden.