She said to me.
Do you know why sailors wear gold in their ears? Uncle asked me. It was the law, long ago, that a sailor had to have on his person enough gold to bury him should he wash ashore. So the seaside folk wo...
I feel only sorrow that I have failed to please. Sorrow-and not resentment-for my mother says that resentment is the most readily visible of all the sinful emotions, but sorrow can enhance one's sweet...
What can we do with our stories,' he said, 'but tell them?
Reading, he claims, would broaden my experience of the world. The ideas to be found in serious books would deepen my thinking about every choice I make.
That's the way it is in life. You let go of what is beautiful and unique. You pursue something new and don't even know that the wind of your own running is a thief.
That night, though I was weary with the day, I took to the roof again.... My fingertips rested lightly on the wooden rail. I could not know if stars were equal to each other, but if they were, then th...
She seemed imprisoned in her sadness.
S IS THE SOUND of the sea. Her surge and suck, her spray and surf. Sometimes she seethes. She knows the sound of smooth. With her s, the sea marries the shore, and then there is scamper and slush in t...
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