When you start to live outside yourself, it's all dangerous.

Do not think about sin, he thought. There are enough problems now without sin. Also I have no understanding of it.

You did not kill the fish only to keep alive and to sell for food, he thought. You killed him for pride and because you are a fisherman. You loved him when he was alive and you loved him after. If you love him, it is not a sin to kill him. Or is it more?

How little we know of what there is to know.

Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.

When you have shot one bird flying you have shot all birds flying. They are all different and they fly in different ways but the sensation is the same and the last one is as good as the first.

Live the full life of the mind, exhilarated by new ideas, intoxicated by the Romance of the unusual.