It is a luxury to do something that serves no practical purpose: the luxury of civilization.

Sometimes it's good to leave the past in the past.

It is a luxury to do something that serves no practical purpose: the luxury of civilization.

You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day.

The isolation spins its mysterious cocoon, focusing the mind on one place, one time, one rhythm - the turning of the light. The island knows no other human voices, no other footprints. On the Offshore Lights you can live any story you want to tell yourself, and no one will say you're wrong: not the seagulls, not the prisms, not the wind.

Oh, but my treasure, it is so much less exhausting. You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day. You have to keep remembering all the bad things.

Years bleach away the sense of things until all that's left is a bone-white past, stripped of feeling and significance.