Wine talks; ask anyone. The oracle at the street corner; the uninvited guest at the wedding feast; the holy fool. It ventriloquizes. It has a million voices. It unleashes the tongue, teasing out secrets you never meant to tell, secrets you never even knew. It shouts, rants, whispers. It speaks of great plans, tragic loves, and terrible betrayals. It screams with laughter. It chuckles softly to itself. It weeps in front of its own reflection. It revives summers long past and memories best forgotten. Every bottle a whiff of other times, other places, everyone...a humble miracle

Some people spend the whole of their lives sitting waiting for one train, only to find that they never even made it to the station.

A thing named is a thing tamed.

A man who casts no shadow isn't really a man at all.

For me, the magic of Hawaii comes from the stillness, the sea, the stars.

I let it go. It's like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.

The past is an obdurate stranger that puts as many marks on us as we attempt to impose on it.