Norman Maclean
Norman Maclean
Norman Fitzroy Macleanwas an American author and scholar noted for his books A River Runs Through It and Other Storiesand Young Men and Fire...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth23 December 1902
CountryUnited States of America
mean long luck
I had as yet no notion that life every now and then becomes literature—not for long, of course, but long enough to be what we best remember, and often enough so that what we eventually come to mean by life are those moments when life, instead of going sideways, backwards, forward, or nowhere at all, lines out straight, tense and inevitable, with a complication, climax, and, given some luck, a purgation, as if life had been made and not happened.
men rivers three
We sat on the bank and the river went by. As always, it was making sounds to itself, and now it made sounds to us. It would be hard to find three men sitting side by side who knew better what a river was saying.
We can love completely what we cannot completely understand.
fishing world fly-fishing
One great thing about fly fishing is that after a while nothing exists of the world but thoughts about fly fishing
love elude-you elude-us
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.
gratitude biblical compassion
As I get considerably beyond the biblical allotment of three score years and ten, I feel with increasing intensity that I can express my gratitude for still being around on the oxygen-side of the earth's crust only by not standing pat on what I have hitherto known and loved. While oxygen lasts, there are still new things to love, especially if compassion is a form of love.
fishing lines our-family
In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing.
friendship elude-us elude-you
It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us.
fishing perfect waiting
Many of us would probably be better fishermen if we did not spend so much time watching and waiting for the world to become perfect
art fishing grace
All good things come by grace, and grace comes by art, and art does not come easy.
running time rain
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.
brother loneliness haunting
Yet even in the loneliness of the canyon I knew there were others like me who had brothers they did not understand but wanted to help. We are probably those referred to as "our brother's keepers," possessed of one of the oldest and possible one of the most futile and certainly one of the most haunting instincts. It will not let us go.
brother father sea
In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing. We lived at the junction of great trout rivers in western Montana, and our father was a Presbyterian minister and a fly fisherman who tied his own flies and taught others. He told us about Christ's disciples being fishermen, and we were left to assume, as my brother and I did, that all first-class fishermen on the Sea of Galilee were fly fishermen and that John, the favorite, was a dry-fly fisherman.
running fishing rivers
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.