“What's his offense?Groping for trout in a peculiar river.”
“Jesus--if Kilgore Trout could only write!" Rosewater exclaimed. He had a point: Kilgore Trout's unpopularity was deserved. His prose was frightful. Only his ideas were good.”
“The silver trout were so numerous that if every one had turned into a star, the river would have been shining with light; a man out on a skiff would then be able to find his way past Hamilton, all the way into Boston, guided by a shimmering band of water.”
“Trout made into fish cakes is still trout.”
“And now behold what this pious old trout hath wrought.”
“His own eyes were soft and dreamy, cloudy as a trout pool in the rain.”