At the time I did not know that stories of life are often more like rivers than books. — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
A river, though, has so many things to say that it is hard to know what it says to each of us. — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
Of course, now I am too old to be much of a fisherman, and now of course I usually fish the big… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
I sat there and forgot and forgot, until what remained was the river that went by and I who watched. On the… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
We sat on the bank and the river went by. As always, it was making sounds to itself, and now it made… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing. We lived at the junction of great trout rivers… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
At the time I did not know that stories of life are often more like rivers than books. — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
“In this story of the outside world and the inside world with a fire between, the outside world of little screwups recedes now for… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
Probably most catastrophes end this way without an ending, the dead not even knowing how they died...,those who loved them forever questioning "this unnecessary… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
If our father had had his way, nobody who did not know how to fish would be allowed to disgrace a fish by catching… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
“I sat there and forgot and forgot, until what remained was the river that went by and I who watched... Eventually the watcher joined… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
Unless we are willing to escape into sentimentality or fantasy, often the best we can do with catastrophes, even our own, is to find… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
As for my father, I never knew whether he believed God was a mathematician but he certainly believed God could count and that only… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
“On the Big Blackfoot River above the mouth of Belmont Creek the banks are fringed by large Ponderosa pines. In the slanting sun of… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
