At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear. It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us. You can love completely without complete understanding.

Now nearly all those I loved and did not understand when I was young are dead, but I still reach out to them.

A river, though, has so many things to say that it is hard to know what it says to each of us.

The nearest anyone can come to finding himself at any given age is to find a story that somehow tells him about himself.

How can a question be answered that asks a lifetime of questions.

The world is full of bastards, the number increasing rapidly the further one gets from Missoula, Montana.

Slowly we became silent, and silence itself if an enemy to friendship.