I had as yet no notion that life every now and then becomes literature — not for long, of course, but long enough to be what we best remember, and of… - Norman Maclean

Power comes not from power everywhere, but from knowing where to put it on.

That's one trouble with hanging around a master-you pick up some of his stuff, like how to cast into a bush, but you use it just when the master is doing the opposite.

Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise.
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.