I Feel Like I'm Working

Winning A Rowing Race Is Not Like Winning Anything Else. Here's My Theory: You're Facing Backwards, So You're Looking At The People You're Beating--and There's Something Exquisite About That.

In Books, Day Breaks, And Night Falls. In Life, Night Rises From The Ground. The Day Hangs On For As Long As It Can, Bright And Eager, Absolutely And Positively The Last Guest To Leave The Party, While The Ground Darkens, Oozing Night Around Your Ankles, Swallowing For Ever That Dropped Contact Lens, Making You Miss That Low Catch In The Gully On The Last Ball Of The Last Over.

Keep On Being Yourself.

I Would Just Hear Piano Players And I Would Hear Music, And Just Think - I Don't Just Want To Sit Here And Passively Listen; I Want To Get Inside It.

There Is Almost No Such Thing As Ready. There Is Only Now.