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

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

All good things come by grace, and grace comes by art, and art does not come easy.

My father was very sure about certain matters pertaining to the universe. To him all good things-trout as well as eternal salvation-come by grace and grace comes by art and art does not come easy.

If our father had had his way, nobody who did not know how to fish would be allowed to disgrace a fish by catching him.

A mystery of the universe is how it has managed to survive with so much volunteer help.

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