We sat on the bank and the river went by. As always, it was making sounds to itself, and now it made sounds to us. It would be hard to find three men sitting side by side who knew better what a river was saying.

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

At the time I did not know that stories of life are often more like rivers than books.

When exhausted and feeling sorry for yourself, at least change your socks.

Poets talk about "spots of time", but it is really the fishermen who experience eternity compressed into a moment. No one can tell what a spot of time is until suddenly the whole world is a fish and the fish is gone.

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

We can love completely what we cannot completely understand.