“And isn’t silence, in its way, a good sign? That everything is well, that the ship is still steaming safely away from shore?”
“This isn’t a good idea. This isn’t right.”....“There’s all kinds of right,” he murmured. “On the spectrum, we’re still in the safe zone.”
“What’s the good of glory, magnificent renown, if in its flow it steams away to nothing?”
“Love is like the sea. It's a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it's different with every shore.”
“Safe? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good.”
“Nostalgia, as always, had wiped away the bad memories and magnified the good ones. no one was safe from its onslaught.”