“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
One great thing about fly fishing is that after a while nothing exists of the world but thoughts about fly fishing — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
“Poets talk about “spots of time,” but it is really fishermen who experience eternity compressed into a moment. No one can tell… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
The world is full of bastards, the number increasing rapidly the further one gets from Missoula, Montana. — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
Many of us would probably be better fishermen if we did not spend so much time watching and waiting for the world… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
Ahead and to the west was our ranger station - and the mountains of Idaho, poems of geology stretching beyond any boundaries… — 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
