Regrets are the most useless form of guilt. They always arrive too late to do any good.
We don't go to the ocean for anything as simple as happiness, do we? We go there to feel alive. Like life, the ocean holds chance and change, grief and terror and beauty. It promises mortality, not peace.
Don't call the man a claustrophobe just because small spaces scare him. Right.
It's okay to play turtle for a while, as long as you don't get too fond of your shell.
People always wanted someone to blame, didn't they?
He stared at the heart of his heart, the one woman in the world for him