My being some kind of celebrity - not a real celebrity, isn't a welcome part of the job.
Faith without a measure of doubt ain't worth a brass farthin.
There was a code, and though it was mostly unspoken, I absorbed it early on. You always put all the trout back in the water alive except for a few to eat. You didn't count your trout or call attention to their size or weight. You took time to watch and enjoy seeing your partners catch trout.
Baseball, of all sports, and maybe of all human endeavors, has no room for cynicism.
I've admired Bill Kauffman's books for years. . . appealing, elegantly written, and entirely American.
Rick Bass is one of a dwindling handful of American fiction writers still celebrating the importance of place, the natural world, and the struggle of a few brave souls to live and work respectfully in what's left of our western wilderness. . . The Lives of Rocks is his most lyrical and powerful book to date. . . a masterwork.
I was notified on July 17 to be ready to start August 7 for an October air date. When we reached the screen we did not have a single segment ready. It was done so fast the writers never got a chance to know what it was all about.
Once you buy a prize, it's yours to keep.
There was no real sense of life because she had nothing to contrast it with.
If I gave America any kind of hope or any kind of inspiration, I really want to say thank you for allowing me to continue doing that week after week.