"Now nearly all those I loved and didn't understand in my youth are dead....but I still reach out to them. Eventually all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the worlds great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless ranindrops; under the rocks are the words. And some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters."

Author Norman Maclean.