To Hear The Faint Sound Of Oars

But Anything Worth Doing Is Worth Doing Badly. Like Being There By That Summer Ocean On The Other Side Of The Island While Love Was Fading Out Of Her, The Stars Burning So Extravagantly Those Nights That Anyone Could Tell You They Would Never Last.

How Astonishing It Is That Language Can Almost Mean, And Frightening That It Does Not Quite.

Question The Bravery. Say It's Not Courage. Call It A Passion.

Why Do So Manysettle For So Little? I Don't Understand Why They're Not Greedy For What's Inside Them.

To Hear The Faint Sound Of Oars In The Silence As A Rowboat Comes Slowly Out And Then Goes Back Is Truly Worth All The Years Of Sorrow That Are To Come.