She was an artist. She held opposites in her mind.
The true fisherman approaches the first day of fishing season with all the sense of wonder and awe of a child approaching Christmas.
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
Fly-fishing is a magic way to recapture the rapture of solitude without the pangs of loneliness.
What I always try to do in all my books is to make the stories such that if you don't agree with me politically or you're not interested in the thematics, the story will still keep you turning the pages.
But I let it slide, because, hello, hot guy.
We don't have an Official Secrets Act in the United States, as other countries do. Under the First Amendment, freedom of the press, freedom of speech, and freedom of association are more important than protecting secrets.
I don't feel [the] excitement you have when you first walk into a recording studio. It now feels like a tool.