I had just settled Grandma on her folding chair and popped open our box lunch when the corpse floated by.

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

Early on I decided that fishing would be my way of looking at the world. First it taught me to look at rivers. Lately it has been teaching me how to look at people, myself included.

You can't say enough about fishing. Though the sport of kings, it's just what the deadbeat ordered.

My life was the best omelette you could make with a chainsaw

I may be the wrong person for my life.

Fishing should be a ceremony that reaffirms our place in the natural world and helps us resist further estrangement from our origins.

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

It don't do you no nevermind to tell nobody nothing.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Often the best gifts we can give each other cost nothing.

The sadness of death lies in the fact that it cannot be reversed. Cherish the world of the living whilst you have it, for you cannot visit there again.

You don't need to be a spook to care about encryption. If you travel with your computer or keep it in a place where other people can put their hands on it, you're vulnerable.

When one thinks profusely and cleverly, not only his face but his body too takes on a clever appearance.

As soon as we think we are safe, something unexpected happens.

The day I saw my mom eating the Santa cookies on the plate was one of the most horrific days of my life.

Stop protesting the hand you've been dealt! Become partners with your life instead of making it an exhausting wrestling match.

We make real that to which we pay attention. The Master knows this. The Master places himself at choice with regard to that which she chooses to make real.

Getting eaten by a giant crocodile was bad enough. The kid with the glowing sword only made my day worse.