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

An undisturbed river is as perfect as we will ever know, every refractive slide of cold water a glimpse of eternity.

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

Angling is extremely time consuming. That's sort of the whole point.

I'd be happy to have my biography be the stories of my dogs. To me, to live without dogs would mean accepting a form of blindness.

The mountains paralleled the valley and the snowy peaks were extending with fall to the valley floor.

Literature is the ditch I'm going to die in. It's still the thing I care most about.