What is writing but an expression of my own life?
Realism is death to me. I cannot stand life as it is.
Fishermen, no matter what supreme good fortune befalls them, cannot ever be absolutely satisfied. It is a fundamental weakness of intellect.
I need this wild life, this freedom.
Fishing is a condition of mind wherein you cannot possibly have a bad time.
It was a decent New Year's, but it took a million officers to make it so.