You will be disappointed.

This is how it all began. Some of you will get some­thing in the mail, but don’t be fooled: it dete­ri­o­rates from here.

Hello.

Her face could heal a man.

The only principle.

It’s a trick. I rec­og­nized my gift for the first time lis­ten­ing to the radio.

In the begin­ning, every­thing was ugly, but you’re right, the truth is get­ting prettier.

How does it go? The only cer­tain part?

Now hold its knees, and hum.

That’s advanced.

I am glad it wasn’t beau­ti­ful, and then it was.

What you lost, and what you had.

And say, Mama, don’t you know I love you?

When God closes a door, you should start to talk about sailing.

Do you remember?

Prac­tice rank­ing a set of given possibilities.

Tues­day, Fri­day, Sun­day, Thursday.

For­get about oars and sails, you can add them later.

It could have been at any time.

There are so many songs now, and they’re get­ting gentler.

You can only name the parts after, if you have to.

For some­one who is less than fully aware, but more than blindly igno­rant, it makes it eas­ier to accept the prob­a­bil­ity of unfold­ing events.

What do you tell peo­ple always?

Do what your birds have pre­dicted would be possible.

Stand back. Far­ther. Say, What you lost, and what you had.

Com­pare every­thing to desert air.

That would be stupid.

Not by chance.

She was drag­ging her oars.

I’ve mem­o­rized it perfectly.