Probably most catastrophes end this way without an ending, the dead not even knowing how they died...,those who loved them forever questioning "this unnecessary death," and the rest of us tiring of this inconsolable catastrophe and turning to the next one.

He told us about Christ's disciples being fisherman, and we were left to assume...that all great fishermen on the Sea of Galilee were fly fisherman and that John, the favorite, was a dry-fly fisherman.

The hardest thing usually to leave behind, as was the case now, can loosely be called the conscience.

At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear.

When I was young, a teacher had forbidden me to say "more perfect" because she said if a thing is perfect it can't be more so. But by now I had seen enough of life to have regained my confidence in it.

Many of us would probably be better fishermen if we did not spend so much time watching and waiting for the world to become perfect

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.