It's A Holy City For Music.

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.

I Know A Lot Of People Think Therapy Is About Sitting Around Staring At Your Own Navel - But It's Staring At Your Own Navel With A Goal. And The Goal Is To One Day To See The World In A Better Way And Treat Your Loved Ones With More Kindness And Have More To Give.

To Tell You The Truth, The Older I Get, The Less I Know. I Keep Meeting People, Both Older And Younger, Who Seem To Have Accrued So Much More Knowledge Or Expertise Or Certainty About Who They Are And The Jobs They Do. I Just Marvel At It.

To Be A Head Boy, You Have To Be Very Clever, You Have To Be A Scholar, And I Was Never A Scholar In Any Shape Or Form.

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.