... Silence (can) Be The Most Eloquent

I've Always Believed That Dreams Were Both The Love Letters And The Hate Mail Of The Subconscious.

Every Athlete Learns By Theft And Mimicry.

To Describe Our Growing Up In The Lowcountry Of South Carolina, I Would Have To Take You To The Marsh On A Spring Day, Flush The Great Blue Heron From Its Silent Occupation, Scatter Marsh Hens As We Sink To Our Knees In Mud, Open An Oyster With A Pocketknife And Feed It To You From The Shell And Say, 'there. That Taste. That's The Taste Of My Childhood.'

I Don’t Know Why It Is That I Have Always Been Happier Thinking Of Somewhere I Have Been Or Wanted To Go, Than Where I Am At The Time. I Find It Difficult To Be Happy In The Present.

There Is No Teacher More Discriminating Or Transforming Than Loss.