Man wonders but God decides When to kill the Prince of Tides.
My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.
My soul grazes like a lamb on the beauty of an indrawn tide.
He was one of those rare men who are capable of being fully in love only once in their lives.
The only word for goodness is goodness, and it is not enough.
In families, there are no crimes beyond forgiveness.