What?" She drew herself up, stern as a cat presented with the wrong food for dinner.

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.

Women were complicated creatures. Any man who thought he had one figured out simply wasn't paying attention.

Isen wasn't a two birds with one stone kind of guy. More like one stone, two birds, a rabbit, a fox, and maybe that deer will trip over the fox and we can get him, too.

Who wants to feel everything everyone else feels all the time?

Don't call the man a claustrophobe just because small spaces scare him. Right.

Religion turned some folks belligerent.