Although divine bewilderment addresses its grief to the universe, it only cries out to it. It has to find its answer, if at all, in its own final act… - Norman Maclean

My collection of stories is called A River Runs Through It, and they are love stories: stories of my love of craft — of what men and women can do with their hands — and of my love of seeing life turn into literature.

"Do you think you should help him?"
"Yes," he said, "I thought we were going to."
"How?" I asked.
"By taking him fishing with us."
"I've just told you," I said, "he doesn't like to fish."
"Maybe so," my brother replied. "But maybe what he likes is somebody trying to help him."

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