There is a place where cerebral an corporeal meet: they call it rowing

The oars game me power but also taught me humility.

Ergometer is Greek for 'work meter'

In college, I was an editor on the student daily... To the extent that I noticed the existence of crew at all, I saw only what appeared to be big-boned acolytes who rose at dawn.

When you are on the erg your mind is too busy to pay attention to the sounds of the machine; you notice only that they are indeed loud.

A boat is the hardest think I know of to put into perspective. It is so much like a human figure, there is something alive about it.

The single sculler, alone on the river at dawn, or spotlighted in his lane during a race, is th emost romantic, the most quixotic figure in all rowing.

The greatest poet who ever wrote about rowing is Virgil, the greatest historian is Thucydides, but the greatest imagination ever to turn its attention to the sport is that of painter, Thomas Eakins.

Rowing was not simple for me. I nodded whenever the instructor made a point, as if I understood, but I could as easily have assembled the space shuttle as have repeated the moves she was explaining.

If rowing is a trial then the ergometer is the courtroom, the meter is the jury. And an honest jury at that, because the numbers do not lie.

Rowing it was pointed out, was a sport that risked few injuries. So it was, I ould discover, but only if you did it right.

It was a brave old world.

To think freely--you and only you can liberate yourself from the conformity of your society.

It is a generally accepted myth that all creation stories are myths.

...your life is yours to shape as you wish with free will...

I really have always wanted to be a parent, and when I hit 36 and had just ended a relationship, I remember thinking how much I still wanted it. But I thought I'd adopt.

I started as a model in Holland and Chanel took me to New York when I was 19, after which I decided to stay.

Wariness about change is a kind of prairie wisdom.

It's easy to demonize from a distance.

Tolerance is the eager and glad acceptance of the way along which others seek the truth.

My headshot is a scratch and sniff, it smells like failure and onions.