Writing criticism is to writing fiction and poetry as hugging the shore is to sailing in the open sea.
Hug the shore; let others try the deep.
Stephen: [singing] In the sweet by and by, we shall meet on that beautiful shore. In the sweet by and by, we shall meet on that beautiful shore... [continues signing] Stephen: In the sweet... Django: [Django appears and starts singing] By and by... O...
When does life become easy does it ever become a pain how do we as a people make things change could we start with love and spread it from shore to shore Maybe give our last dollar to the needy and the poor God gave us grace for all of us to be a fre...
The Search for reason ends at the known; on the immense expanse beyond it only the sense of the ineffable can glide. It alone knows the route to that which is remote from experience and understanding. Neither of them is amphibious: reason cannot go b...
There's a fine line between fishing and just standing on the shore like an idiot.
There is a fine line between fishing and just standing on the shore like an idiot.
Are there any capitalist cats?" Nakata asked
I don’t know what it means to live.
I was born on Wellington Avenue and my family that remains lives in the Lake Shore Drive area.
I think we look to the military as something that protects our shores.
Anyone who's grown up or lived on the Jersey Shore knows the place is unique.
We have found a strange footprint on the shores of the unknown.
She'll die.' 'Aye. That's a consequence of being alive.
If you really want more, then cross the door and get to the shore.-RVM
It was a strange feeling, like touching a void.
Time expands, then contracts, all in tune with the stirrings of the heart.
A fiance is neither this nor that: he's left one shore, but not yet reached the other.
...as the slow sea sucked at the shore and then withdrew, leaving the strip of seaweed bare and the shingle churned, the sea birds raced and ran upon the beaches. Then that same impulse to flight seized upon them too. Crying, whistling, calling, they...
…he is unlike the other customers. They sense it too, and look at him with hard eyes, eyes like little metal studs pinned into the white faces of young men [...] In the hush his entrance creates, the excessive courtesy the weary woman behind the co...
The soil in which the meditative mind can begin is the soil of everyday life, the strife, the pain, and the fleeting joy. It must begin there, and bring order, and from there move endlessly. But if you are concerned only with making order, then that ...
