Norman Maclean

When exhausted and feeling sorry for yourself at least change your socks.

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.

At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear.

At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear. It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us. You can love completely without complete understanding.

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.