A thought is a substace, producing the thing that is imagined by the thought.
Fly-fishing is a magic way to recapture the rapture of solitude without the pangs of loneliness.
Most fishermen swiftly learn that it's a pretty good rule never to show a favorite spot to any fisherman you wouldn't trust with your wife.
I fish because I love to. . . because I love the environs where trout are found. . . because I suspect that men are going along this way for the last time, and I for one don’t want to waste the trip. . . and, finally, not because I regard fishing as being so terribly important but because I suspect that so many of the other concerns of men are equally unimportant––and not nearly so much fun.
The truth is that trout fishermen scheme and lie and toss in their sleep. They dream of great dripping trout, shapely and elusive as mermaids, and arise cranky and haggard from their fantasies. They are moody and neglectful and all of them a little daft. Moreover they are inclined to drink too much.
There is no subsititue for fishing sense, and if a man doesn't have it, verily, he may cast like an angel and still use his creel largely to transport sandwiches and beer
I look at trees, hunt mushrooms, and watch animals. Fishing is what gets me out into the woods so I can notice these things.
The kind of churches we played in, it wasn't about how good you could play your instrument, it was about how much you enjoyed playing your instrument.
If you're going to walk through hell, keep going.
An authentically empowered person is humble. This does not mean the false humility of one who stoops to be with those who are below him or her. It is the inclusiveness of one who responds to the beauty of each soul. . . . It is the harmlessness of one who treasures, honours and reveres life in all its forms.
Be the fearless girl that everyone knows would dare to do anything.