It is an eternal truth in the political as well as the mystical body, that where one member suffers, all the members suffer with it

My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus. It's that kind of morning.

We got to roll with the punches, play all of our hunches, make the best of whatever comes your way. Forget that blind ambition, learn to trust your intuition - plowing straight ahead, come what may.

My voyage was never a well-conceived plan, nor will it ever be. I have made it up as I went along.

I slowly surrender to the child in me who can't say goodbye.

I have never cared about setting world records, or filling my boat with fish, or, for that matter, even catching fish. I go for the experience of spending six hours in the arms of the ocean, never thinking of a single thing except chasing fish.

So I'll put on my bob marley tape And practice what I preach Get jah lost in the reggae mon As I walk along the beach