Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.

But most important of all, the truth, that dangerous stuff, became beautiful and more precious.

Give me a used Bible and I will, I think, be able to tell you about a man by the places that are edged with the dirt of seeking fingers.

Luck, you see, brings bitter friends.

There are some times...when the love for people is strong and warm like a sorrow.

Time is more complex near the sea than in any other place, for in addition to the circling of the sun and the turning of the seasons, the waves beat out the passage of time on the rocks and the tides rise and fall as a great clepsydra.

Some men are friends with the whole world in their hearts, and there are others that hate themselves and spread their hatred around like butter on hot bread.