The occupational hazard of making a spectacle of yourself, over the long haul, is that at some point you buy a ticket too.

Generally, we are united in the belief that all rod design has been progressive and that the ideas about fly rods in the past were so bad as to make it amazing that people were able to fish at all.

It's funny, but... you're sort of a moving target for fortune, and you never know when it will befall you.

I like young girls. Their stories are shorter.

Something had gone amiss with men, and the weak ones were dangerous.

I simply feel that the frontier of angling is no longer either ethical or geographical. The Bible tells us to watch and listen. Something like this suggests what fishing ought to be about: using the ceremony of our sport and passion to arouse greater reverberations within ourselves.

By your late thirties the ground has begun to grow hard. It grows harder and harder until the day that it admits you.