This is the extent of his knowledge of the sea: it was very big, it was salty, and fish lived there.

The power to concentrate was the most important thing. Living without this power would be like opening one’s eyes without seeing anything.

I'm kind of a low-key guy. The spotlight doesn't suit me. I'm more of a side dish--cole slaw or French fries or a Wham! backup singer.

Huge organizations and me don't get along. They're too inflexible, waste too much time, and have too many stupid people.

The honour of physical decline is waiting, and you have to get used to that reality.

The fresh smell of coffee soon wafted through the apartment, the smell that separates night from day.

Is this what it means to go back to square one? Most likely. He had nothing left to lose, other than his life.