I do not think I had ever seen a nastier-looking man. Under the black hat, when I had first seen them, the eyes had been those of an unsuccessful rapist.
where a man feels at home, outside of where he’s born, is where he’s meant to go.
The ocean is worth writing about just as man is.
The first and final thing you have to do in this world is to last it and not be smashed by it.
And the ones who would not make war? Can they stop it?
As a writer, you should not judge, you should understand.