Man wonders but God decides When to kill the Prince of Tides.
Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends.
If not for sports, I do not think my father would have ever talked to me.
There is such a thing as too much beauty in a woman and it is often a burden as crippling as homeliness and far more dangerous. It takes much luck and integrity to survive the gift of perfect beauty, and its impermanence is its most cunning betrayal.
Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.
The safe places could only be visited; they could only grant a momentary intuition of sanctuary. The moment always came when we had to return to our real life to face the wounds and grief indigenous to our homr by the river.