Fletch

“It was a beautiful stretch of water, either to a fisherman or a photographer, although each would have focused his equipment on a different point. It was a barely submerged waterfall. The reef of rock was about two feet under the water, so the whole river rose into one wave, shook itself into spray, then fell back on itself and turned blue. After it recovered from the shock, it came back to see how it had fallen.”
― Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories

“but”
― Cormac McCarthy, Outer Dark

“dry channel, so I could enliven its stony remains”
― Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories

“never”
― Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories