“And he misses herLike a wind starved sailHe sits knowing what direction to goBut the current keeps pulling him Down river.”

“But don't pull me down or strangle me," he replied: for the Misses Eshton were clinging about him now; and the two dowagers, in vast white wrappers, were bearing down on him like ships in full sail.”

“Sitting beside me, he gently pulls my sweatpants down again. Up and down like whores”

“The skiff swung gently, drifting in the current. He undid his shirt to the waist and put one forearm to his eyes. He could hear the river talking softly beneath him, heavy old river with wrinkled face”

“It's not the writing part that's hard. What's hard is sitting down to write.What keeps us from sitting down is Resistance.”

“The past is like a great stone that lies on the bed of a river, hidden from view but shaping the currents of the water as it flows by. You cannot read the currents in the river of your own life, and navigate them safely, if you do not understand what causes them. You must know your past, for it will shape your future.”