I've lived all over the country - Michigan, California, Texas, New Jersey, Rhode Island and, now, Maine - but I never understood springtime until I spent 25 years farming in the Ozarks.
Cicero, in his treatise concerning the Nature of the Gods, having said that three Jupiters were enumerated by theologians, adds that the third was of Crete, the son of Saturn, and that his tomb is shown in that island.
Faith is an island in the setting sun, But proof is the bottom line for everyone.
In a sense, each of us is an island. In another sense, however, we are all one. For though islands appear separate, and may even be situated at great distances from one another, they are only extrusions of the same planet, Earth.
We may be a small island, but we are not a small people.
While scuba diving off the British Virgin Islands about 25 years ago, our boat's anchor got stuck. I dived down to release it, but I got separated from the boat and was stranded as it sped away. I had to swim for an hour to the nearest island with all my scuba kit on before I was rescued.
Perhaps if I knew I would be stranded on an island with but one book, I would choose the Bible. For no religious reason whatsoever, but because of the varieties of stories, which might be useful as the days pass.
In the wake of 9/11, my wife Trish and I were stranded on the East Coast. We had planned a vacation to Greece, but flights had been halted. Instead, we ended up on a tiny island off the coast of Georgia.
You know, I'm a modern day Harry Belafonte; I got the swagger of the island.
And I've shot in Prince Edward Island winters, I mean, I've shot in some intense, intense temperatures.
Neverending Story' was one movie I did see when I was a kid. On the little island I grew up on, they put up a sheet in the town hall.
My mother came from St. Thomas. I heard that melody and all I did was actually adapt it. I made my adaptation of sort of an island traditional melody. It did become sort of my trademark tune.
Sri Lanka is an island that everyone loves at some level inside themselves. A very special island that travellers, from Sinbad to Marco Polo, dreamed about. A place where the contours of the land itself forms a kind of sinewy poetry.
We lived on the Key West Army Base. Key West for me was a tropical island paradise.
Could I pass a week in the insane ward at Blackwell's Island? I said I could and I would. And I did.
I worked at Goose Island Brewery, and I opened the one that was right by Wrigley Field, so I got to see all of the Cubs come through - it was insane on game days.
I consulted a Chinese herbalist and spent two weeks on an island off the coast of Zanzibar. I was away from any kind of contemporary technology.
Dr. David Livingstone left the Island of Zanzibar in March, 1866.