Pero yo ya no soy yo Ni mi casa es ya mi casa. But now I am no longer I, nor is my house any longer my house.
On the Firehole I caught thirty-six inches worth of trout - in six installments.
Fly-fishing is the most fun you can have standing up.
A trout is a moment of beauty known only to those who seek it.
Over the years, whenever I've felt that little twinkle in the hairs on the back of my neck. , as I encountered an original thought or observation in a fishing book, I've turned the corner of the page down.
The fish is not so much your quarry as your partner.
I now believe that fishing is far more important than the fish.
The First Crusade. . . set off on its two-thousand-mile jaunt by massacring Jews, plundering and slaughtering all the way from the Rhine to the Jordan. "In the temple of Solomon," wrote the ecstatic cleric Raimundus de Agiles, "one rode in blood up to the knees and even to the horses" bridles, by the just and marvelous judgment of God.
Peace is joy at rest. Joy is peace on its feet. quoting her pastor in Salon, April 25, 2003
The Petraeus-Crocker testimony is the kind of short-lived event on which the Administration has relied to shore up support for the war: the 'Mission Accomplished' declaration, the deaths of Uday and Qusay Hussein, Saddam's capture, the transfer of sovereignty, the three rounds of voting, the Plan for Victory, the death of Abu Musab al-Zarqawi. Every new milestone, however illusory, allows the Administration to avoid thinking ahead, to the years when the mistakes of Iraq will continue to haunt the U. S.
I was clinically depressed. I was paranoid. I was agoraphobic. I would have days at a time of not being able to even bathe or brush my teeth.