I could see my face, crying, in her blank eye.

I could see myself adopting a kid someday. But, obviously, I'd prefer it to be aborted.

I could see myself coaching at the high school level, but I'd really love to coach at UCLA. That would be a dream for me.

I could see myself doing more color in the future -- I love being able to analyze game by game and share the stories with the players.

I could see myself in a relationship with a girl -- Olivia Wilde is so sexy she makes me want to strangle a mountain ox with my bare hands. She's mesmerizing.

I could see myself in a relationship with a girl; Olivia Wilde is so sexy she makes me want to strangle a mountain ox with my bare hands. She's mesmerizing.

I could see myself in a white nurse's uniform, working unnoticed for many years and at last dying, unknown, unmarried and unsung.

I could see myself in some sort of pioneer bonnet, it's my childhood fantasy, but I think I look too Jewish for the prairie.

I could see myself in the fur coats, turtleneck sweaters, with the Kangol hats like Slick Rick and Dana Dane. But I could also see myself in a leather Troop suit like LL Cool J.

I could see myself still swimming because I'm really enjoying the sport. But at the same time I have this biological clock that is ticking.

I could see no position to say, 'I'm going to make a living as a writer.' But I went to classes for it; I read every play in 'Theater' magazine. I saw the second acts of everything on Broadway -- I had a job as a CBS usher in New York City, and on my way home every night, I'd see what shows I could get into.

I could see no reason for being sad. It´s just that it makes me unhappy not to feel happy.

I could see now that a literary education did not fit one for the popular novelist's trade.Once you had started using words like flavicomous or acroamatic, because you liked the sound of them, you were lost.

I could see that Bukka was born to be a bluesman, and I wondered if the same was true of me. I worried that I didn't have his talent -- or the talent of someone like Blind Lemon or T-Bone. I felt something beautiful inside Bukka's soul. Even if I didn't follow his style, I was moved by his sincerity. He loved telling stories, and used his blues to tell them. His blues was the book of his life. He sang about his rough times and fast time and loving times and angry times. He'd entertain at a party for two hundred people with the same enthusiasm as a party for twenty. Bukka gave it his all. His music had a consistency I admired. Like all the great bluesmen, he said, I am what I am. I wondered if I could be that steady and strong.

I could see that it was God's forgiveness and His mercy that I needed, and that was provided through Christ on the Cross for those who will receive Him as Lord and Savior. That is how I came to Christ.

I could see that making judgments about people so that they are tried and sentenced in your head, without asking them for their perspective, is both unethical and unproductive. So I learned to love real integrity and to despise the lack of it.

I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.

I could see the blues was about survival.